It was a little divorce at first. A divorce with a sense of humor. Cute in a twisted sort of way.
But little D. is all grown up now.
A big boy.
He has teeth and drinks from a cup.
Doesn't dirty his diaper.
Wears big boy pants.
And he prefers black.
Little D's extinct carcass has been sacrificed.
I won't bother to keep his ashes in an urn.
And as for my new little man--well looks like he'll be too big for his britches someday soon.
But then again....maybe not.
I'm watching his diet more carefully now.