Around here we appreciate the classics. A few months ago we discovered a TV channel called Boomerang that replays old cartoons, and Colt immediately became a fan of Garfield, The Smurfs, and Scooby-Doo.
Once he discovered Handy Smurf, The Smurfs were the clear favorite. But eventually Scooby-Doo floated to the top. It didn’t hurt that his Daddy confided in him that Scooby-Doo was one of HIS favorites as a kiddo. Sold!
So when I heard Scooby-Doo was coming to the Walton Arts Center, we made a beeline for the box office.
He was crazy excited and kept reminding me that we weren’t seeing “the REAL Scooby-Doo”. “They’re just dressed up, Mommy.”
The whole thing was pretty adorable. We had a funny moment when the lights came on for Intermission. “No, Buddy. It isn’t over. They just paused the show so you could go potty.” AKA – Intermission explained to a 21st century child.
We attempted a family selfie, and now you know what Colt’s face looks like WHILE he’s squealing, “Scooby Dooby Doo!”
To say he had fun would be a serious understatement. He loved the singing and the characters and the lights (he was VERY intrigued by the lighting — we may have a budding theater tech on our hands) and the story. He played along when the audience “helped” the gang catch the ghost. And he smiled from ear to ear when Fred made the trap. That’s his absolute favorite part of any Scooby-Doo episode. The traps. Because Fred uses tools and ropes and pulleys — and THAT defines cool around here.
Buddy, thank you for humoring me and taking this photo outside the theater. Someday you might want to show YOUR little boy what you looked like the day you met Scooby-Doo. You and your ripped jeans and your fire boots.