BB's chunky rolls are a source of much mentioned cuteness and unparalleled joy in our house. The bounding layers of podge that signal her endearing gluttony are the stuff babies should be made of. She's sturdy, she's solid, she can be chucked around a bit without the worry that a part of her will fall off. She makes a formidable door stop. That's my kind of human.
But. Ample, chubby, rosy cheeked six month old - good. Corpulent, obese, lardy two year old - very bad.
So. We could have a battle on our hands.