Until a couple of months ago, I'd seen E.T. once, and that was in the theater when it came out. I went with my friend Sherry, and as we now know, it made me cry. As did "The Last Unicorn." Because I am a huge softie. In any case, I didn't feel the need to see it again. Because it made me cry.
Matt has been saying for some time that he, who liked E.T., thought it would be fun to rent it for the kids. So one night we popped up some corn and watched it.
Maia started crying as soon as E.T. was left behind.
I got all teary when E.T. was found in the culvert, where he looks all sick. I also got teary at any show of tenderness among any two beings in the movie, whether human or alien.
John started crying when E.T. died. "Mom, you didn't tell me he was gonna DIE!" he said, stricken. "You didn't TELL me THAT PART!"
John crying made Maia cry.
My kids crying made me cry.
The three of us cried when E.T. left and Elliot said "I'll be right here."
Then we cried until the movie was over.
Matt was left sitting there wondering what the hell he had to do to have some fun around this place.