I miss my little fat worm. The one that squirms up to me in bed and rubs her little nose against my cheek. The one that uses my hand to cover her face except her eyes while watching a horror flick. A particular creature that never stops feeding. The one that makes me cook in the middle of the night. The one that refuses to shower after a day out and tries to strike a deal out of it. The one that makes funny faces like :O And uses her pathetic pouty charm for evil.

And absolutely the only one that will ever go,

"B, you're so fat! What are we gonna do about you??"