Not to wreck anything for those of you who haven't seen Toy Story 3 yet -- I highly recommend that you do, oh, and bring the kids along with you -- but once you've left the theater, I wouldn't be at all surprised if you suddenly feel the urge to get down on the floor and play games with your kids right away before they're too old, too cool, too wrapped up in texting and Facebooking to embrace the lighthearted sweetness that is the playful side of childhood before it slips away for good.
I held it together at the end of the movie -- a friend of mine had given me the heads up and warned me to bring tissues after telling me via e-mail, "I've never sobbed so much in a movie!!!!" -- but hours later, once the kids were in bed and I started thinking of how close the two almost-12-year-olds are to being teenagers, I wasn't as successful in keeping the waterworks at bay. The only thing that would help bring me back were the laughs I got when remembering the scenes of "Spanish" Buzz and Mr. Tortilla Head.
Anyone else see the movie? Did you cry at the prospect of the end of childhood for your kiddos?
I don't even have kids and I was a sobbing mess at the end when Andy showed up at you-know-where with his box of you-know-what (trying to be vague for those who haven't seen it yet). I was crying a lot--though not as much as I did at the beginning of "Up." It was a fantastic movie, though!
ReplyDeleteIt all hit me later, once I got home as I replayed that particular scene in my head and realized that my days of doing things like playing "guys" with my son's Star Wars action figures are numbered.
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