The CFO and the lad made it back from The Wiggles more or less safe and sound: no head explosion on the boy. Apparently the four gentlemen from Australia put on quite a show. According to the CFO Jr. at first had no idea what to make of it, but eventually got into the flow of things. Daddy is going to have a tough time competing, especially since my singing and dancing are not what you would call entertaining, or interesting, or even remotely tolerable.
The Jr VP got himself a shirt at the concert. I have no idea how we are going to get that thing off of him. Maybe after he’s asleep? I suppose it doesn’t hurt him to wear the same shirt all the time. It’s what Daddy does with a certain black golf shirt after all. I do at least take mine off to wash it from time to time. Maybe we’ll just need to throw the boy in the shower with the shirt on? That would at least get the outside parts of it. Whatever — the lads cleanliness or lack thereof is not a battle I’m interested in fighting.
