Welcome home. I see there's more of you to welcome home this year. I can't say Mommy is surprised after seeing the way you ballooned up last year. Mommy's little one isn't so little anymore. It seems you've turned into a ravenous pig. I should've known you wouldn't be able to curb that appetite. The way you gobbled up everything in sight last holiday. I can see the lust I see in your eyes from the embarrassment of Mommy bringing up your weight problem. Tell Mommy the truth. Does hearing me say that you're doomed to get fatter, and fatter, and fatter make you horny?