Spring...and a young Whigle's thoughts turn to...

Cloning.

Yes, I know it is a recipe for heartbreak.  Ah, Doodlebug, I miss you still.  But I'd really like another me.  There are two grrrls and just one me.  I could use another Lyle. 

I was thinking about worms and how you can turn one worm into two.  Lucky little worms.  I don't know if that would work for Whigles or not and it seems like it would be  kind of painful so I'm hoping I can grow Lyle2 off of a toenail clipping because that whole chopping thing just does not sound good to me. 

So I am dreaming about what life will be like when Lyle2 sprouts from my toenail...

LyleMe:  Hey, Lyle2, let's do something superfun.

Lyle2:  Just a sec.  I'm thirsty.

LyleMe:  Hey!  That's my water!  Stop that!  Don't drink all the water!

Lyle2:  You always drink all the water too.

LyleMe:  But it's MY water.  I don't like to share it.

Lyle2:  But I'm you!

LyleMe:  (blinking slowly) Whoa, mindbend.  I need a nap.  Hey!  Lyle2!  That's MY spot on the couch!

Lyle2:  But since I am you, it's my spot too.

LyleMe:  You're a selfish little bugger.

Lyle2:  Don't you know it.

Okay, so maybe cloning isn't all it's cracked up to be.  I wonder if I could at least make him take my baths for me.