You come home and I rush to greet you. I start asking for dinner, and you ask, “didn’t you eat already?” I say, “yes! Look at my belly it’s all big.” I pull it out and jiggle it for you. You reply, “I don’t know, it looks pretty soft to me.” I protest that it’s just because I’m getting fatter, so it’s harder to tell when I’m full. I eat half a can of whipped cream, which excites you and you tell me to pull my belly out and play with it. Then you tell me I can have your leftover Benihana. I eagerly eat it and then ask for a belly rub. Once on my bed, I start asking again for you to rub my be...

You come home and I rush to greet you. I start asking for dinner, and you ask, “didn’t you eat already?” I say, “yes! Look at my belly it’s all big.” I pull it out and jiggle it for you. You reply, “I don’t know, it looks pretty soft to me.” I protest that it’s just because I’m getting fatter, so it’s harder to tell when I’m full. I eat half a can of whipped cream, which excites you and you tell me to pull my belly out and play with it. Then you tell me I can have your leftover Benihana. I eagerly eat it and then ask for a belly rub. Once on my bed, I start asking again for you to rub my belly, but you have other plans. You instruct me to finish the whipped cream and tell me we have to make sure that I’m full before I can have a belly rub.