I never ever cried during movies before. And certainly not animated ones.
But I honest-to-goodness sobbed out loud during Toy Story 3.
I know, right?
But those toys, the ones that Andy played with and cared about and loved and treated like they were his very bestest friends…?
They live in my house too.
We may not have Mr. Potato Head or Buzz Lightyear or anything, but we have a Baby…! And a little HotWheels mini-van and a big, stuffed puppy, and…we have books and dolls and trucks that I can’t even imagine life without.
Because I’m starting to think that I care more about the kiddies’ toys than they do.
This book, for instance…
…obviously torn apart. It had a good 3 year run and has been through 3 little ones ferociously turning each page. But I honestly don’t think it stands a chance on the living room floor anymore. So, the other day, I picked it up and headed towards the garbage can. And then I took a little detour to the kitchen counter. Where this book has sat for the past 2 days.
Because the thought of throwing it away makes me sad. Because the thought of getting rid of any piece of my kiddies’ childhood makes me sad.
So yea, I cried during Toy Story 3.
Anyway, what’s new with you guys? And is Hoarders up for a fourth season…?