The deep emotional impact of Forest Gump

 I don't cry much in real life. In fact, I'm fairly emotionally reserved (which makes for a nice gender-role switch, since my husband is Mr. Let's Share Our Feelings), but movies can make me cry at the drop of a hat. I'm sitting here working on one of the stories I owe for fire_fic, and Forest Gump is on in the background. I turned around and saw the scene where he finds out about his son for the first time, and I am bawling.  When he asks if little Forest is smart or if he's like his father ... *sniff* 

And now I feel like a big wimp.