Big Bird, SpongeBob and Jeff

This past Sunday, Rebecca and Rachel scored some primo tickets, by 4 1/2-year-old standards anyway. Someone at Sunday school couldn't make it to Sesame Street Live so they gave the tickets to Rabbi Rau, director of the Temple's Sunday school.

He, in turn, gave the tickets to my wife and child. Well, as things turned out, the seats were two rows from the stage. This is the equivalent of crack to a child Rachel's age. She got to touch Zoe and Baby Bear tried to hug her.

At one point, some birds came out and shook their tailfeathers in front of Rachel and others around her. Rachel insisted the song was called Rockin' Bottom, until my wife and I were able to convince her the title is actually Rockin' Robin.

Meanwhile, the cd of choice when Rachel goes to sleep is now from SpongeBob SquarePants. The cd's premise is a radio station where the various characters take turns singing songs, most of which are stuck on my head, blocking the classic rock that once took up that space.

And yes, we are returning! The Wiggles are coming back to the Arena at Gwinnett in November and we will once again be there. Rachel still likes Jeff the best. Ironic, since he is the Wiggle who is always falling asleep, while she fights all efforts to go to sleep.

I expect one major difference from the concert last year. I have no intention of re-breaking my fibula as I run downhill to the car with Rachel in my arms. Been there, done that.