Cooper Wiggle

We went to the new Wiggles Play Centre. A warehouse full of inflatable Wiggly fun. Surely Cooper would be too young to appreciate the frivolity? Nay. His legs began kicking upon entry & continued to pump merrily for the next 3 hours. He did jig on a giant air filled platform. He did frolic amongst the plastic ball bin. He did swing his arms when Dorothy entered the room & he huffed and rasp berried his way through "Rock-a-bye your Bear."
I chased my niece up a giant ladder & grabbed her as she hurtled down a slide. A little girl tapped me on the shoulder and said "Excuse me, parents are not allowed on the rides..." I was a little taken back that she assumed I was a Parent? Me? Ha! I apologised & told her I was just helping my niece not to break her wee neck.
Cooper sat in a carousel & whizzed around unaided. His hands clamped firmly to a steering wheel, turning this way & that. I looked to my Mum and said (inappropriately) "Holy Effing Wiggle."
"He's Driving"