Fresh on the heels of Disney, we scored box seats to the Wiggles. Brooke’s brother works for the newspaper, and it pays to have wiggly friends in high places. Neko had sort of moved past her Wiggles obsession, but was quickly sucked back in when the guys in colored shirts lept on the stage.
She did however, take a moment to wonder, “Where’s Greg?” Sure enough, there was someone else in the yellow shirt tonight. Greg apparently had some major illness and headed back to Australia. Apendicitis or something like that which imakes you much less wiggly.
The best part of the night was hanging out in the box afterwards. The kids bounced off sofas and chairs while the adults held ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS.