I’m losing my edge. I’m getting soft in my old age, or maybe it’s this kid in Dee’s belly. I just can’t muster up the energy to remember to be cynical about everything anymore. Regardless, I’m no longer the delightful curmudgeon that everyone loves to hate.
What am I talking about? I’ll give you some examples.
Have you seen this commercial?
You have now. I get choked up every time I see it. The first time I saw it I was crying like a baby. A few months ago, I would have been rolling my eyes and making some sort of crack about how no seatbelt will save her from Internet predators. Now she’s my little girl about to head off to college and leave me forever, and I can’t keep it together.
Another example? Sure.
Saturday night, Dee and I watched Love & Other Drugs. First, the old me would never have agreed to such a thing. If I had, it would only have been after several minutes of Dee telling me that Anne Hathaway gets all sorts of naked. Instead, I agreed to watch this without any objection. That’s not where it ends. I managed to sniff out the plot of the movie within the first twenty minutes. I knew exactly how this thing was going to play out and I still got all teary-eyed at the end. What the deuce?!
Is this what happens when you have a kid? If so, I’m in trouble. God forbid this little girl do something real to tug at my heartstrings. I’ll be a slobbering mess. So much for her growing up with a strong male role model in her life.