I pushed Wadik to lose weight together. He tries to avoid. I come up with arguments:
Well, I’m going to be beautiful...
Well, I’m winning in any way, right?
And you are not yet.
And what?
It is unharmoniously hot.
Very very harmonious! You are beautiful, I am a puppy.
No, you can’t: you’re too young for Daddy.
Well, maybe by the time you lose weight, I’ll just grow up to the right age?