When I was growing up, my brothers and sisters and I quoted this silly saying all the time. Maybe you've heard it, but then again, we might be the only ones who said it that often. It starts out with the famous phrase... "My name is Chubby..." If your family has this same proud tradition, you know that you have to squeeze your (already chubby, in our case) cheeks together with both hands while talking to get the full effect. I don't know which was funnier to us - how we looked or sounded - but we thought it was hilarious.
Chase often talks in his bed before falling asleep and the older boys and I get a kick out of listening to him in the monitor almost daily. So we gather round today, and this is what we hear (with his cheeks obviously squished together): "My name is Chubby. My Mama's chubby. My Daddy's chubby. Jesus is chubby. Why, even my dog is chubby!" The first thing I thought to say was, "Boys, listen to your Mom. Jesus is NOT chubby," as if it would hurt His feelings if He heard (and we all know that HE HEARD!). This game has never felt so politically incorrect until now. God created two year olds, so surely He understands.