He is so much fun to keep around, making us laugh even in the worst of times. Just want to eat him up with all those witty phrases and puns. Sadness falls every time we think of him getting older, sharing his joys with others, who will not get it. For right now he is our little clown to entertain us privately and free the anger we possess. Place him in the costume that seems smaller every performance, stitches that we darned, don’t hold. Letting go is hard, but could be controlled by locking the door to his freedom. This confinement of his room found in depths of our home, if lucky people around will forget we have a child.