The Wiggle on the Block.

There is a man in our neighborhood named Greg.  He is a perfectly nice man, very good with children, in fact he has a toddler of his own.  Everyday The Son asks to go see Greg.  “Where Greg?” “I see Greg?” Occasionally when I explain that Mr. Greg is at work, we get “*Sob*, But I want GRREEEGG! MAMA, GO GET GREG! *Sob*.”   We drive by Greg’s house and if his truck is not visible, The Son says, “Greg no there.”

Now, as I said, Greg is great, but I could not figure out why The Son wants to see him so much.  At first I thought maybe The Son could not say his friend’s (Greg’s child’s) name, and that was really who he wanted to see.  When I ask The Son if he wants to go play with his friend, he is okay with that, but still asks for Greg.   Has Greg been slipping The Son chocolate or toddler crack when we’re not looking?  We also try to get The Son to say Mr. or Ms. in front of any adult’s name, and he resolutely refuses to say “Mr. Greg.” It was not until the day Greg wore a yellow T-shirt and The Son flipped out with joy that we finally figured it out.

The Son thinks Greg is THE GREG of Greg the Yellow Wiggle fame.   We have tried explaining it is not the same Greg, but so far he is still looking for Greg to trade in his red truck for a big red car.

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