this is the second time we have taken kenna to see the wiggles, and both times both of us have cried. watching her watch them. her screaming wake up jeff! and singing along and dancing and smiling. she makes us cry.
we will take her every year until either she is over them, or she is 55 and we are so senile that we have to hand the tradition over to one of her brothers and sisters, or we are too fat to sit in the seats.
