I just went to a concert with — are you ready for this? — The Wiggles, with whom my 2-year-old is obsessed. I was curious to see how the show would play out because shortly after I bought the tickets months ago the group announced that this tour would be their last, with the red-, yellow- and purple-shirted Wiggles retiring after 21 years and handing over said shirts to new performers. Immediately, I thought how disappointed we would be if we ended up at the show and unable to see the original four.

As I understand it, in past tours they have used stand-ins for the main performers for various reasons (medical, personal, whatever). Also, I suspected that they might want to introduce the new Wiggles during the tour. After all, many 2-year-olds couldn’t care less who is wearing the red shirt, so long as he is singing “Hot Potato.” And, in all honesty, I wondered if I myself would care that much, because what used to be four guys singing cute little ditties on a stage has evolved into a multimillion-dollar traveling production featuring elaborate sets and dozens of performers and musicians. But then I thought that I would, actually, be disappointed if that happened, because at the end of the day, no matter how great the production, our only reason for going was the talent at the center of it all.