Then "Waaaaaaaags!"and "Dowafeeeeeeeee!". She wasn't the only one screaming either. The crowd noise had been growing with each introduction. It reached its apex when the Captain ran out. Ran out, rounded off a roundoff , shook his feather sword, and said "Ahoy there, me hearties!".

Every kid in the building went apeshit, and it was a big building. And then the Wiggles sang.

I can't tell you the songs. They're all two minutes long and involve various acts of wackiness on the part of the Wiggles and their animal and pirate friends. The kids know all the words, and most of the parents know most of the words, including me. It's not hard, remembering to sing "Hot Potato" five times in a row. They did all their hits, which you've never heard of unless you're the parent of a toddler. If you are the parent of a toddler, then they did "Hoop-te-Doo" and "Wiggly Party" and "Emu Dance" and "Move like an Emu" and "Watch Out, The Emu Can Disembowel You With One Swift Kick" and "Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack Cock-a-Doodle-Doo!", during which the Wiggles call out the names of various celebrities and the Captain sings as if he were that person. His Mick Jagger and Madonna versions were good, but his Eminem was absolute genius. And while I was joking about the Emu disemboweling you song, I'm not about the Eminem version of "Quack Quack.....". It was one of the most surreal things I've ever seen. Every Wiggle up on stage obviously thought it was a grand joke, challenging the Captain to rap his signature song on short notice. Surely it was planned, but it didn't feel like it.

So the Captain rapped, and he and the Wiggles sang more songs, and Ngnat danced in the aisle with the other toddlers, turning around and around in a jerky, skipping galumph of a dance. I watched her while the sainted wife waited in the merchandise line for 30 minutes, hoping against hope that they wouldn't sell out of T-shirts before she got to the head of the line. It was the venue's fault, sticking all of the various Wiggly items into one place. The booth, such as it was, was staffed by two elderly ladies who stared in absolute shock at the 15 person deep sea of parents surrounding them on all sides, intent on getting a damn feathersword for little Johnny come hell or high water.

They did sell out, but only after she bought a blue shirt for Ngnat featuring four cartoon Wiggle faces. She insisted we put it on immediately, while she danced. Mom pulled the T-shirt over her head while I unbuttoned the original outfit, then pulled it off via a convenient arm hole. Must preserve an aura of modesty, you know.