As I watched little ones clutching their popcorn and dressed as Scooby, I kept wondering, are we parents just trying to regain our own lost youth? The promoters would seem to think so.  The lobby was filled with multi-coloured merchandising, and let’s be honest, if I’m forking out $35 clams for a small stuffie, is it actually for the bairn or is it really for me? Because I feed my kids Scoobyghetti fully conscious of the fact that I won’t let them watch the actual show because I find the commercials that air on Teletoon and the Cartoon Network totally inappropriate. But I really want them to know the guy in the pumpkinhead is actually the manager of the amusement park.  Maybe I should just buy the DVDs… I remember dragging my daughter to Caillou’s Big Book Club which was bar-none the worst thing I’d ever had to endure.  Perhaps in the minority, I actually love the show, especially the version with puppet Gilbert, Rexy & Teddy expounding on life.  But that stage show was a new kind of torture.  As someone in the arts, I should relish and embrace people taking their kids to theatre.  But not to that. On the other hand, I can’t get the “Mystery Inc.” theme song out of my head, and now have the compulsive need to watch an animated Dick Van Dyke at a carnival handing out Scooby Snacks. Sigh. Do you do the live shows?  Do you like them?