If you are the parent of young children at some point in time you have probably been forced to listen to The Wiggles. As kids music/television go The Wiggles aren’t all that bad, at least they are certainly less annoying than that freaking purple dinosaur. Not to go off on a tangent but the theme to the big lizard makes me want to punch someone in the nose. Something tells me that this is not the desired response.
However after having discussed this with multiple people of various backgrounds and ethnicities I have discovered that it has this effect on many different people. In fact if we really want to catch Osama the best way to do so is to blast the hills of Pakistan with this song. In less than a week the man will come down from the hills and beg to be taken into custody. Or alternatively 300,000 Pakistani tribesmen will be so annoyed with us that they will all join Al-Qaeda. It is a big risk, but it just might be worth it.
Anyhoo, here at The Shack we used to be subjected to all things Wiggles for what felt like eternity, also known as a weekend in cleveland. For a while my eldest couldn’t get enough of those wacky Aussies. And then one day he decided that he had enough and didn’t want much to do with them anymore.
For a brief time the home was free of Dorothy the Dinosaur and Wags the Dog. No more songs about Fruit Salad, a big red car or Captain Feathersword. It was a pleasant respite. I almost was beginning to believe that the nightmare was over and then the almost three year old cyclone got into them and the process started all over again.
However, the beauty of the younger sibling is that sometimes they are so anxious to emulate the older one they will do anything. In this case that means that one day she decided that she also was too old for The Wiggles. Since that time I haven’t heard hide nor hair of them. No Henry the Octopus, No Play Your Guitar With Murray etc.
Of course there is a replacement. An obnoxious little girl whose name rhymes with Snora, but that is a story for a different day.