This past weekend, JB was flipping through the channels and stopped on the movie Marley and Me.
This was a movie that we never went to see when it was in the theaters, because everybody kept seeing it and telling me they cried at the end. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m not a fan of walking out of a movie looking like a raccoon because I spent half of it bawling my eyes out. And it WILL happen, because I am an emotional sap. When we went to see Fireproof the night it opened, I literally walked out of there a blubbering mess. I’m not sure if it was the movie plot, or the fact that the movie hit so very close to home with me at the time, but it wasn’t pretty. That’s the last time I saw a movie in a theater that I suspected might be even slightly emotional.
When JB found Marley and Me (at the beginning) on TV this weekend, I was already somewhat prepared. He’d also come across the movie the weekend before that, but unfortunately, it was near the end and Marley was sick. I’m such a sap that I cried and I’d only seen a few minutes of the stinkin’ movie! I told him he could watch it, and I would just get up and go do something else when Marley got sick.
Well, then the kids came in and started watching the movie. And they were laughing so much at the things that dog was doing, I didn’t want to ruin the good time family movie moment. Plus, finally seeing the movie from the beginning, I was starting to really get into it.
I doubt I’m spoiling the movie for anyone since it’s a couple years old, but yeah, Marley died. I sneaked glances at the kids during this time to make sure it wasn’t bothering them, and they seemed okay.
The movie ended. Suddenly, Diva is sobbing. She started crying for every dog we’ve had since she’s been in the world (which is only two, Zoey and Molly) even though she was stark terrified of both of them and wouldn’t go near them. The child acted like the world was ending, she was never going to be happy again, and I was just stunned. I have never seen her react to any movie that way. It literally took us an hour to cheer her back up!
Poor kid inherited my sap streak.
[This post inspired by this week’s prompt: A movie you probably should have previewed before letting your kids watch.]