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On Tuesday we took the boys to their first in-theater movie—Toy Story 3. I’d been told I’d cry by the end, but I’d just poo-poo’d the prediction. What I hadn’t taken into account was how much a certain scene would resonate with me. When Andy’s mom cried about her baby growing up and going to college, I crumbled. Or rather, blubbered. My own sons would be starting kindergarten the next day, and I’d been planning to plop a party hat on my head after I dropped them off on Day One of school. I mean, let’s be honest, there’s a part of me that really looks forward to a break after five years with infant-turned-toddler-turned-preschooler triplet boys. Then that dang movie sabotaged me. My babies are growing up, too . . . sniffle, sniffle, WAH!
At least I wasn’t alone in my tears. When I looked at my three almost-kindergartners, I had to laugh: The woman sitting in between us—my mother—was bawling, too. Like mother, like grandmother, I guess.
HA! I told you so!!!
I’ve seen the movie twice and cried both times. And I’ll bet I’ll cry again when I see it on DVD. I certainly
have my suspicions we’ll be owning our very own copy…