Unexpected sadness

There are some books that make me cry. Ones like I Love You Forever. I don't think that I understood as a kid how sad it really was, but now I totally feel it. Alice loves that story and cruelly makes me read it when she can. 

However, I don't understand why Where The Wildthings Are makes her cry. Every time. And she insists on reading it. She gets sad when Max sends off the Wildthings and is lonely. Part of me understands that it is a bit sad, but not sobbing level of sad. 

Maybe that is the difference between being (almost) three and being thirty four. The difference between being a Wildthing and the person rocking her back and forth, back and forth... As long as I'm living, that's the person I'll be.