Lately, about 50-75% of the discussion we have with the boy is about the Wiggles. He can recognize Greg, Anthony, Murry and Jeff from a mile away (and kudos to you if you realized that I listed them in coiunter-clockwise order of how they sit in the Big Red Car). I'm not really sure how this started. I think maybe he saw a DVD in the store and insisted on buying it. I'm pretty sure they play videos for the kids at school because he also knows who Barney is and that purple dinosaur has never, NEVER, graced our Tivo. As silly kids shows go - the Wiggles are pretty cool - so I don't really mind (although Arthur was much more entertaining in my opinion). How pervasive is the Wiggles influence in our family? Let me tell you a story to illustrate.
Frankie and I were walking home from school today and we passed a little girl and her father. Her father was trying to get her to sit in her stoller and she was screaming and crying that she wanted to walk. (I'm a vetran of this situation - I was once shoving Frankie in the stroller at the pizza parlor and over his screaming I could hear a little old lady yelling at me to "stop that" and "leave him alone" because I must have been doing something horrible to him to elicit those thrashings and wailings.) Anyway, Frankie is mezmerized by this girls tantrum and he looks at me and says "What that?" I said "the little girl is crying." He says "Why?" I told him I didn't know and asked him if he did, to which he promply replied "No Wiggles".
So there you have it. No Wiggles = Crying. That's how it is in our house.
