Hmm, I never thought about it like that
My seven-year-old cousin refused to finish her dinner. She had barely taken one bite of her “burrito,” which was really just a tortilla with a sprinkling of cheese and a speck of meat.
She sat there and grumbled until everyone else had finished their food, gotten their desserts, finished their desserts, and left the table. It was just me and her still sitting there.
Her dad (my uncle) came back into the dining room to see if she had finished. When he saw the uneaten burrito still on her plate, he made a comment about her being so skinny.
I turned to her and asked, “Do you like being skinny?”
She put her tongue in her cheek, tilted her head to the side, and thought about it.
Then she said, “Yeah, because what if our ball goes over the fence and there’s only a small hole in the fence and nobody else can fit. But I’m skinny, so I could fit through the hole and get the ball. Or, if we get home and the door’s locked and we forgot the key. There’s a doggy door, so I could crawl through and unlock the door.”
She was talking so fast that she was running out of breath and I think she would have come up with at least a dozen more advantages of being skinny if her dad hadn’t interrupted her and, pointing his authoritative finger at her plate, said, “Less talking. More eating.”