Ok, here’s the thing. Back before I had kids. Back before I was thinking about having kids. Even back when I had little babies who had yet to watch any tv other than the headsmackingly simple “I should’a thought of that” Baby Einstein videos, I would have given you such a hairy eyeball, such a sneer, such a scornful dishing of my witty sarcasm if you had told me that I was, someday, going to take my kids to see a live Wiggles show.
And yet, that’s where I’m going right now. My mom and I are taking Zoe and Lucy to the Bobcats Arena, which is, I believe, sold out, to see The Wiggles: Wiggledancing Live on Stage.
Also, I’m sorta excited about it.
Just shoot me now.