one day as a lion?

...and which one is the lion?

I love how the one picture taken of myself and Eamonn taken in the last year has me - unshaven, squinting and pale! - and him crying....No, really! I love it. My mom took this picture and - as any great photographer - captured a true moment. That moment?  Eamonn crying because his mommy was leaving...to grab some snacks. I cannot count the times I've carried the kid when he's been crying, and I'm glad I can't. 

I don't want this kid to grow up....

Eamonn: A Supernatural Marshmallow Monster Exposed!!

Bear with me, please. I have a point.

(I promise.)

Ladies and gentlemen, a scene from the 1984 blockbuster, Ghostbusters (with some help from Imdb, although I think my artistic flourishes demand - demand, I say! - Oscar nominations!):

Something, something, something, Gozer asks the Ghostbusters to choose their Destructor... 

Gozer: 

The Choice is made...the Traveller has come!

Dr. Peter Venkman: 

Nobody choosed anything! 

 (to Egon) 

 Did you choose anything? 

Dr. Egon Spengler

No. 

Dr. Peter Venkman:

 (to Winston) Did you? 

Winston Zeddemore: 

My mind is totally blank. 

Dr. Peter Venkman: 

I didn't choose anything... 

A long pause. Then, finally, a collective realization. Venkman, Spengler and Zeddemore all look to Stantz.

Dr Ray Stantz: 

(stunned, yet amazed)

I couldn't help it. It just popped in there. 

Dr. Peter Venkman: 

What? What just popped in there?

Dr Ray Stantz: 

I - I - I tried to think... 

Dr. Egon Spengler: 

LOOK! 

The Ghostbusters look over the edge of the building. Wide eyed, horrified.

Dr Ray Stantz: 

No! It can't be!

Dr. Peter Venkman: 

What is it? 

Dr Ray Stantz: 

IT CAN'T BE!

Dr. Peter Venkman: 

What...did you do, Ray? 

Winston Zeddemore: 

Oh, shit! 

Stumbling through the city: an enormous, white, monster. Only one Ghostbuster recognizes this monster immediately. As a matter of simple fact,

Dr Ray Stantz: 

It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. 

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AHEM!

Has anyone else noticed that Mister Eamonn bears a striking resemblance to a certain, sorta-kinda,  puffed marshmallow-like monster?

No?

Well, I have. Take a peek, ya clueless bastards!

Oh, no? He doesn't? Yeah...I know, that's understandable. After all, Eamonn is only a

 TODDLER,  CORRECT!?!?!?!?!

I'm sorry. No, really!...I'm sorry. Look...a massive font and bold print was the only way I could get my point acr-- no...please don't leave! PLEASE!  It's important! It's....

....our lives depend on it! Oh...my...GOD!!! 

NNNNOOOOOO!! EXCLAMATION POINTS!!! MORE 

BOLD TYPING!!!!

  

My sincere apologies. I thought we were under attack, but Eamonn was just trying to give us all a --

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HE'SEATINGTHECAT!!!

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