Axel and I are both very emotional. He's one, so many, many things he encounters daily are mildly traumatic. I'm pregnant, so I tear up during bad movies and any baby-oriented commercial.
Last night, I stopped on a classic movie called Stick It. I don't mean classic in the Casablanca/It's a Wonderful Life sense. It's classic in the tween girl/slumber party sense. If I were a thirteen-year-old gymnast, I'd probably keep this movie in heavy rotation, along with all the High School Musicals, that traveling pants movie, Grease, and Pump Up the Volume. I caught the last fifteen minutes of Stick It, in which the main character has some sort of profound voice over about wishing that her parents were still married, things were perfect, etc., etc., ending with the thought that she wants someone to say that they're proud of her. And then, guess what her coach says? Yup. And guess who started crying?
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