Dear Thunder Thighs,
Please don't ever leave. You look so cute squashed into hot pink shorts, all dimpled and plump! That little girl you belong to rocks you quite nicely, but I doubt she'll want to keep you around forever. So please, for now, stay with me. I love tickling you and taking pictures of you and occasionally blowing raspberries on you. You are delicious looking to me and represent all that is babyness in Cookie. She doesn't know it yet, but one day I'll embarrass her with pictures of you that I spread out on the coffee table for her prom date or her first boyfriend. As long as I promise to supply the dairy, do you promise you'll stay, at least for a little while?