I am perhaps not the world’s biggest fan of Paw Patrol. I think it’s fair to say I hate it with a fiery passion burning like the sun. My son, one week away from turning 4, likes it a fair amount. Not his favourite – it’s no Octonauts or Wild Kratts – but enough that I put him to bed in Paw Patrol pyjamas. Our opinions differ. As, it turns out, they do on this grimly perfunctory and dreadful game that he likes.