Wiggly Afternoon

This afternoon, Greg was among us, in full back-and-yellow regalia. He gave several wonderful concerts today, as always hopping back and down vigorously the whole time. Today he had the home-court advantage of his own Wiggles guitar - you basically push one of the buttons, shaped like the Wiggles heads, to select your song, and then manipulate the plastic quasi-strings in the middle of it to make the guitar play and make the Wiggles sing.

Unfortunately, today, eventually we had a heckler, in the person of Ian Z., who insisted on corrupting the lyrics of Greg's songs, cleverly replacing "Yummy Yummy," for example, with the lamentable mockery of "Bummy Bummy." Daniel had a melt-down every time that Ian did this, and eventually, after some warnings, Ian was exiled to his room for the requisite six minutes of timeout, where he and Madeleine squealed with delight, playing shadow-tag with along the wall at the edge of the bed.

After bath-time, although dusk was setting in and the other two put on pajamas, Daniel insisted on re-vesting as Greg and continuing the concerts. I reverently sat on the floor and listened to his concert, but he offered the following advice, in case the Heckler should re-surface:

"If Ian sings a poopy Wiggles song, just send him away and give him to somebody else."

He started "playing" the song "Loo Loo Skip to my Loo,"and I told him, truthfully, that my Daddy used to play that on his banjo and sing it to us when we were children.

At that point, Daniel/Greg very logically asked:

"Oh, but did your Daddy have a Wiggles guitar, too?"

(February 6, 2010)