"WHERE are you going Makka Pakka? Out into the garden to look for faces to wash?" 

Have it lost you? 

A year ago I would have been lost myself. Until I had a baby. And that baby became a toddler, and that toddler - like every other one I know - became utterly obsessed with In The Night Garden. 

It starts, like most kids programmes do, with a specularly catchy theme tune that you will hum involuntary for the rest of your life. 

The songs and characters change each week but there are always things you can rely on: when Upsy Daisy dances her skirt blows up; Iggle Piggle is never without his red blanket; the Tombliboos' trousers are likely to fall down; and Makka Pakka enjoys washing stones....stay with me. 

Out of context it sounds bizarre, but my son is hooked every time. And he actually sits still. 

'How do they do it?' I ask myself as I  spin around the house frantically try to squeeze in as many chores as I can during the 20-odd minute episode. 

So, when the live version rolled into town, it seemed like a sure fire source of child happiness. 

Offwe went to a large white tent in Queens Park. 

After a small queue we were inside and colourful floor lights led us to the main arena. 

I breathed a sigh of relief at the baby friendly seating.

Instead of individual seats, large steps mean the small audience members can stand, sit, dance (or even climb) without having to be constantly held in place - something my spirited 15 month old does not enjoy.

As the arena filled up, the excitement was palpable. 

Then it started - with that theme tune - and my son Fyfe, and his wee friend Evan, slipped into a familiar trance. 

The characters were met yelps of joy and beaming smiles so heart felt I found it hard not to enjoy myself. 

The characters, from smaller puppets operated by actors to the costumes worn by the performers, were impressive.

The story - we went to the Pinky Ponk show - was entertaining and and did not fail to hold my sons attention for almost an hour. That might even be a first?

When a slight lull threatened test their little attention spans bubbles we're pumped into the arena and the enjoyment was back on track. 

Some small audience members were so engrossed that when the show ended, and they were snapped out of their In The Night Garden trance, they decided to protest. 

So we filed out to the sound of kids crying because they just didn't want it to be over. 

On the way to the exit you are invited to queue to meet a character, for an extra charge, or fill up on stuffed toys and balloons at the gift shop. 

Both were busy with parents and children keen to prolong the experience.

And I over heard a few saying they would be back before the show leaves town. 

We will definitely be making a return. Endorsements don't get much stronger than that. 

In the Night Garden Live is in Glasgow until September 12.

Visit www.nightgardenlive.com for more information and to book tickets.