A couple of weeks ago, the beautiful and talented Les sent me a few Wiggles items in the mail. Actually, she was a true sweetie and sent them to my daughter, who at the ripe old age of three has never received anything in the mail other than pre-approved credit cards and auto insurance offers.
To say she was thrilled would be an understatement. 
She tore into the package, yelled “Wiggles!” and ran to her room to put one in the player.
Minutes later, she announces “I want Barney.”
“Don’t you want to watch the wiggles?”
“No. Barney.”
It has been over a week, and every time I put one of the new discs in? “No. Barney.”
To say she knows her mind would also be an understatement. To say that I’m so sick of Barney that the Wiggles would be a huge improvement says something about me, I guess.
Thank you, Leslie, I promise one of us will be watching them…
You are VERY welcome. As I have found with my kids, they change their mind from minute to minute. Shortly after I sent you the videos my daughter decided she now loves the Wiggles again. Go figure. I have given up trying to figure these little people out.
I’d offer to send Barney Tapes, but we somehow managed to bypass Barney all together. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was a strategy that was put into motion before she was ever born, and several times the Daycare seemed to be spoiling our plans by exposing her to it, but somehow we made it through. We were a completely Barney Free House. 🙂