On fat little Italian boys named Fabrizzio

I have this theory on fat little Italian boys. There's a million of them around Italy, and their unmistakable. You can also tell when you see a fat, grown Italian man with a 12 o'clock shadow. He may look 50, but deep down, there's a fat little Italian boy wiggling to get out.
Clear whatever's on your mind and prepare for this mental picture. These little boys are
usually about 8 years old, roly-poly fat, and have the shorter, greasy, curly black hair. For whatever reason, they love the color orange, and usually prefer orange-striped shirts. Their pants, regardless of jeans or khakis, are usually a few inches too short to cover their socks.
And they love to skip. You can see them down the sidewalks of Via Nazionale in the hot Italian sun, swinging their arms as they hold a coat in one hand and lick the lollipop in the other, stopping at candy shops as they go. If you're really lucky, they wear one of those multi-color beanies with the propeller on top. Priceless.
If you come to Rome, watch out for little Fabrizzio, he's always around.