"No more neck cheese!"

That's what WME said to me this morning.  "No more neck cheese."  If you don't know what neck cheese is, it's this delightful stuff that forms in the chubby neck rolls of cute little babies like myself when we let formula roll out of our adorable little mouths and down into said rolls.  I am an excellent neck cheese manufacturer, because I know if I slobber out enough of the nasty stuff, WME will put it in my stomach tube and then I can lay back and enjoy the feeling of being full without working for it or having to taste icky formula in my mouth.  This woman is trying to hold me back, I tell you.  She's damaging my self-esteem by limiting me like this.  And Grandma is no help this time.  She is also anti-neck cheese.  I'm surrounded by haters.