Anyway, Toy Story 3. I'd heard the rumors. That kids came out of the theater laughing followed by their red, swollen eyed parents clutching kleenex and sniffling with abandon. Sure enough. The movie should come with a warning label.
Even though I was busy in the kitchen and catching just snippets of the movie,Woody still managed to tug on my heartstrings. Since I was holding Sweetpea and The Princess seemed a little vulnerable in the corner of the couch I managed to hold back the deluge of tears that was threatening, keeping it at a face-saving slow leak.
But, if I'd been by myself...there would have been full-on, whole body sobs, I'm sure. Oh the bitter-sweetness of growing children and the memories they leave behind.