We went to the Wiggles yesterday.
Met the mob - Waggs, D-Dino, old matey Jeff and the gang.
It was actually a whole lot better than I expected. The guys are always consummate performers, but the last show we saw, in December (a whole four months ago! How did we survive that long?) was just...tired.
With the benefit of hindsight, the occasional soap-opera watching, infinitesimal part of my brain thinks it might have been a result of the whole Sam - Greg furore, but in reality it was probably just because they are getting on in years, but keep on working two shows a day, and were reaching the end of a busy year. Those gents really do earn their money.
Thursday, however, was epic. The skivvied lads were on fire, as vibrant as ever.
They amped Peanut up very successfully - here she is madly waving her bones for Waggs.
"And the Wiggy dancers took dabone! And they gave dabone to Waggs!!
And dey read out mine name!!!"
~ Peanut, explaining the pertinent details to Nanna on speakerphone.
And here is Bug. Concentrating madly, desperately waiting for Rock-a-Bye-a-Bear, the only Wiggles song she properly knows. When it came on she jumped up, cast her bikkie aside and Rocked Out.
Buying a ticket so a toddler to groove to one song, and sit spellbound for the rest? Totally worth it.