Over the weekend my daughter and I watched Monsters Inc. I've never really liked that movie, so I don't know any of the character's names, but she enjoys it. I asked her what the big blue monster's name was and she said, "Daddy!" I thought she was trying to be funny. "Okay, well if that's me then who is that?" I asked pointing to the little girl in the movie. My daughter said her own name.
I don't really remember what happens in the movie, but the particular scene that was playing at the time involved the little girl being captured by a snake or something and the big blue monster trying to save her. He said something along the lines of, "Nothing else matters now. Boo's in trouble and I have to save her." He then went through a bunch of crap trying to save the little girl. At the end, he saved her and the girl gave him a hug. At that moment my daughter gave me a hug.
I could be looking too deep into it, but I realized at that moment that my daughter identifies me as that big blue monster going through hell and high water to protect, care for and entertain a little girl. She identifies herself as the object of that protection, care and entertainment, a.k.a., love.
Just at the moment of that realization, ninjas broke into my apartment (stealthily) and began cutting onions behind our couch. A single solitary manly tear fell.
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