As my kids get older, each touching corny moment (and I mean “touching” literally, as well as figuratively) becomes more and more fleeting.  As I have two boys, the amount of kissing and hugging is reduced to the point of pretty much shaking hands, and with my younger son (13), an occasional hug and air peck on the cheek.  At least my (3) dogs still give me affection (and, my wife, of course – if I didn’t say that I’d be in the “dog-house”).

BUT, I had one of those “at this age” unusual and rare sappy parenting moments with my young teen when he and I went to see AVATAR. It was Saturday night so we thought getting there an hour early would be time enough to get tickets for the 7:00 p.m. show.  Nope, sold out. So, we got them for the 8:00 p.m. show and went for dinner.