I watched Lost In Translation with Milo tonight; it’s very cute. But it made me cry. So I wiped my eyes very quickly, so he wouldn’t see.
While we were sitting there in that post-movie daze, when you’re still taking in the film, even though it’s over, a story I’d wanted to tell him occurred to me, so I started telling it, and then I turned to look at him, and I said, “…so, um…uh…uh…. I completely forgot what I was going to say….”
I had just noticed that his eyes were moist, too. So I didn’t feel so stupid anymore; the movie had made him cry too. It was the cutest thing!
…Or maybe it was just the light.
I think that’s really it for the night. Back to the Quidditch speech!