Mark KennedyLast Sunday, my family saw the thought-provoking new Pixar movie “Inside Out.”
Before we left home, I stuffed my pockets full of Kleenex – ostensibly for my pollen allergies, but honestly because I had heard that the movie causes some daddies to fog up their 3-D glasses.
Meanwhile, I noticed my 13-year-old son on the couch looking at me with a mischievous half-smile on his face.
“What are you smiling about,” I said. “Is it the Kleenex?”
“Nothing,” he said, looking away.