She touched my round chin and then touched her own pointy chin and then touched my chin again. Then she said:
"Why do your chin have two parts?"
"Why do your chin have two things?" she said while touching my chin and then my extra-love chin that burgeons out beneath my real chin.
I could give her some spiel about calories in and calories out, or some sob story about my genetic weakness and the cruel psychological horror inflected on me by this torment, or I could even plead ignorance with a shrug and an "I don't know." None of these would interest someone in her age group, so I gave her the only sincere and truthful answer I could come up with on the fly.
"Because sometimes God likes to make some of us with extra parts. That just means that I have more parts to squeeze you with. And someday, if you work really, really hard and eat lots of chocolate, maybe you can have extra parts too!"
Yes, indeed. Chocolate just gives me a greater ability to love.
And I'm sticking to that story.