My husband, Peter, and I had the pleasure of taking our five-
year-old grandson to a production of Shrek: the Musical on
Friday night at West Orange High School in New Jersey. The
entire show was great—performances and talent amazing; set
designs, artistic and clever. We thoroughly enjoyed it, and our
little guy was captivated from the beginning until near the end
as the audience responded to the unraveling of Fiona's secret
and he, smiling sweetly, turned to me and asked, “Don't they
know that it's about true love?”  The three of us remained
seated during most of the intermission, and Peter and I chuckled
to each other that there were hormones bouncing off the walls of
the auditorium. Our four daughters are grown now, so it’s been a
long time since we were in a high school auditorium filled with
teenagers, and yes, there were plenty of adults and young
children there, but teens were definitely the largest population
in the room.  I scanned the auditorium as intermission ended,
dimming lights heralded in Act T