One ticket for The Wiggles, please!
I noticed last week that The Wiggles are coming to Dubai again. There was a time, three or four years ago, when I may actually have killed someone to a ticket for DD, who adored The Wiggles. We saw them live in the UAE twice – once in Abu Dhabi in 2010 and once in Dubai a year or two later – I even blogged about it.
Anyway, we noticed at once from the posters of this year’s visit that all the Wiggles bar the blue one, Anthony, had been replaced. That, in my book, lets us off the hook of attending. Besides, DD really is too old and, if it isn’t Cars or Planes, DS just isn’t interested.
DH came to the same conclusion. “I take it we don’t have to go to The Wiggles this year?” he asked, loosening his tie after a long day at the office and imagining a Wiggles-free future.
“You know, I don’t think we do,” I said slowly. It’s quite a moment – a bit like becoming a pushchair-free home – when you realise your children are too old for The Wiggles. They, and similar shows, are a part of your life for so long that the songs permeate your dreams and you even develop a housewife’s crush on Anthony, the blue Wiggle. (Or maybe that was just me.)
DH, as usual, read my mind. “Aw, don’t worry, darling,” he said. “Who needs the kids? You could always go see Anthony on your own.”