Ok, I'll admit it. I'm strung out. When Mommy doesn't give me Veggie Booty, I get the shakes. I can't sleep. I can't think. I can't crawl. It's taking over my life, man. I scan the floor, looking for stray morsels. I grab pieces from my friends' chubby little fingers. I can't get enough. For real. It's reduced me to a babbling, drooling infant. Gotta have my Booty.