While on the topic of children…
The Dreamer was mad keen on The Wiggles. Actually mad keen on ONE of their videos – A Wiggly, Wiggly Christmas.
If hearing their songs over and over again wasn’t bad enough, listening to Christmas songs in April was pretty awful. Feliz Navidad is an ear worm that will never leave me.
We ended up hiding the video. Much to Dreamer’s distress.
But before The Dreamer’s fandom, Older Boy quite liked The Wiggles.
We spent a year living in a rural town on the far north coast when Dreamer was born. Older Boy was three. I had the year off on maternity leave. The Wiggles toured and played in a community hall. No ticket numbers. No seats. Just pre-schoolers and mums with prams. Even then in Sydney, they were playing in large venues with so many in the audience that you wouldn’t get anywhere near the stage, even if you were lucky to get tickets. And the stage would have been up too high for littlies.
One of the benefits of small town living! We got to be close up to The Wiggles.
What prompted this reminiscing?
I received a regular email from a ticketing company with info on buying tickets for, among others bands, The Wiggles.
Ha! I saw them when they were the original line up and before they were an international success.
Had the Dorothy cap and tail too!