It's officially a new year, minions. A fresh start. A time to shake off the doldrums of 2016, and embrace the new adventures that await us in 2017.
Because you... are a unicorn.
A funky, plague-riddled unicorn.
...Or you could be mixed with a cheetah. Who also has plague.
And baby, you... are a firework.
Or maybe a fountain.
Depends how much you've had to drink.
And just like a kite on the wind, you... can SOAR.
...or crash, burn, and poop your pants.
So raise a glass - or half a mermaid
And let those balloons drop!
Or... escape the picnic basket?
I'll admit, the metaphor's getting a little muddied here.
Whatever. My point is, this year, minions, don't hang on to the wreckage of 2016.
Instead, look forward to the wreckage of 2017. You know, like this:
Thanks to Emma C., Kristine, Jessica C., Courtney R., Natalie K., & Greg T. for capturing the moment your daughter was pretty much all of us.