I took BB to meet Peppa Pig.
I have to be honest I am not a fan of the over indulged, over fed, rather obese pink sausage but smallest adores her and I adore smallest so that’s that then.
We went to an ‘adventure park’ with all the family purely because Peppa was rocking up for a meet and greet, rumour had it that her fat little pig of a brother George was also making the trip.
The park was great, old school rides, hundreds of slides and fun was had by all.
Then it was time…
A militant looking woman took centre stage on the show boards. If you have ever wondered what happened to the Thomas Cook reps after they turn thirty then you now have your answer.
Firm instructions were given, the pink and blue bacon slices would be present on the stage for forty minutes in which an orderly queue must be formed. Each child would be allowed a nano second for a photo and then a parent was requested to shift them quickly before they had a chance to see the gaps in Peppa’s costume.
The music started.
Instantly my nerves set on edge and I had an urge to try and clean the house in six minutes which is typical for when Peppa graces the goggle box in our house.
Then out she came, squeezing through a human sized doorway the pig and her brother thumped onto the stage.
Suddenly mayhem erupted, children began to wave gleefully at their childhood idol but were suddenly ripped from their seats by over zealous parents.
A stampede of mothers began hurtling towards the pair of pigs whom I imagine were bricking it behind their over inflated costumes.
Calls of “I’m first, c’mon Courtney” were heard ringing through the park. BB was almost trampled to death by the mother of a boy called James and my flip flop feet took a real battering.
Then suddenly, like a teenager at a rally I became incensed and I am ashamed to say I joined the riot.
Using my buggy as a battering ram I fought tooth and nail for my spot in the queue. By God my kid would get to hold Peppa’s hand before the forty minutes were up. I lost out to a woman with twins whose double buggy shoved my pathetic one seater out of the way as if it were made out of feathers, but then I swooped in front of a mother and baby who made the rookie mistake of bending to retrieve a dropped dummy.
I got Twin boy to bump and bargain his way through the crowd. He suckered one kid with a marshmellow and leapt in his spot and to another he suggested Fireman Sam had been spotted over by the cafe and that child sprinted off eagerly his mother following with haste.
We secured a place.
My kid met Peppa, she was happy, this made me smile.
I did feel dirty afterwards….
Oh my good God, that sounded a nightmare! I’ve never been enamored with Peppa Pig – she just looks wrong! Glad you found a spot and glad that BB met her heroes …
I have pics, we are all happy
I am howling with laughter at my desk! This is amazing! thank you for making my afternoon brighter:) I love your blog . Sophie xx
Aw thanks J x
Brilliant… absolutely brilliant. Nothing would stop me from using my stick to knock children out of the way so my prince and princess could get a good spot in a line!! It has to have it’s benefits being disabled… Well done you:)
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LOL. – glad I am not alone
Good lord, have you no shame??? The smart thing to do is get there 2 hours early with a bottle of frozen wine and be first in the queue! 😉
I would have but the beggars would have pushed in away x
This is the prime reason that I ask Daddy E to deal with events like this. He is 6ft 3 and weighs in at 17 stone. No one dares argue with him as he heaves Roo up onto his shoulders and deftly moves to the front of the queue. Good going at entering into the spirit of character baiting.
It should be an olympic sport! 🙂
Oh this is so funny… I can just picture it! It happens at every kind of similar event – this urge to be first.
xx Jazzy
Competitive parenting at its best!
Cora is a HUGE Peppa fan, she will be soooo jealous when I tell her Libby Sue has met her! To be honest though I think you are being a bit harsh on poor old Peppa she is quite a sweet little pig really….although my child is now obsessed with jumping in muddy puddles!
I cannot like that piglet! Or her mate suzy sheep!
Ha, I had come over to defend the blue and pink bacon slices but I think if I’d endured that I too would bloody hate the swines.
A convert! Marvellous
Bloody Fantastic!
Thanks x x
Ha! Loved the bit about fighting the urge to clean the house in 6 minutes! The stampede reminds me of when we took the girls to meet the princesses at Disneyland. The queue was a complete ‘survival of the fittest’ but it was worth it to see my feisty 3 yr old actually turn coy when she finally met Cinderella!
We did that too; I can’t repeat the story!
Ha! Loved the bit about the urge to clean the house in 6 minutes! The stampeded reminds me of when we took the girls to meet the princesses at Disneyland. The queue was a complete ‘survival of the fittest’ but it was worth it to see my feisty 3 yr old actually turn coy when she finally met Cinderella.
I have stood in that queue…..