Go ahead. You can be truthful with me my friends. This is a picture that mom took of me playing in my magical backyard. Do you see it? Do you think I have too many fat rolls/! Daddy called me chunky monkey this morning when he was scratching my back. He even went as far as to say I was – are you ready for this? – pudgy. What the pig heavens. Me pudgy? Surely, he is mistaken, right? That’s not fat rolls. That’s gotta be extra hugging material – extra loving – extra heat – extra storage space for my tummy. Right?