Choji was again, sobbing uncontrollably. "MOM!" he wailed. "EVERYONE'S MAKING FUN OF ME AGAIN!"
Choji's mother put a comforting arm around her son's back. "Awww, does little Choji-kins need a huggie wuggie?"
Choji sniffled. "Everyone laughed at me 'cause they thought my head was big."
His mother patted his head. "Oh, Choji," she smiled. "Your head is beautiful, just the way it is."
Choji looked up at her with watery eyes. "Reeeeallly?"
Choji's mother beamed. "Of course it is!" she replied. "Now, go to the store and bring back twenty pounds of potatoes.
Choji scratched his head. "Where's the shopping bag?"
Choji's mother waved a hand at him. "I can't find one right now, so go ahead and use your forehead protector."