A Wiggly Circus

Yesterday The Wiggles blew into town with its wiggly circus for a wiggly party.

I, along with thousands of others parent-child duos, crowded into Scotiabank Place for some wiggly entertainment. And the fab four of all things wiggly-ness were on top of their game. Dancing, singing, jumping, falling, telling Jeff to wake up, hearing Anthony trying to pronounce the word Parliament and singing a song in French were just some of highlights of their 70-odd minute concert.

Darling daughter was introduced to The Wiggles through her Nana. Nana decided to get her a Wiggles DVD for her birthday. We played that disc over and over during our summer vacation and by the time we got back home, we knew most of the words of the songs. Yes, I do know Hot Potato and Fruit Salad, which is very yummy, yummy indeed.

This was our first kids concert, and while darling daughter was a bit confused at first when the Wiggles bounded onto the stage, in no time she was singing, dancing and clapping her hands. The day before I was a bit fearful what would happen as darling daughter outright refused to watch her Wiggles DVD. Apparently Toopy and Binoo are in. The Wiggles are out. Oh, the fickleness of toddlers.

So thanks Wiggles for a great afternoon of fun. We won't forget you. We'll be back to see you the next time you blow into town. And I'm sure the little girl who was crying her eyes out while walking out of Scotiabank Place, so sad because the show was over, will be too.