So far today I have done laundry (HATE IT), played cars outside (which according to Crewe, I did it wrong), watched The Hills (oooh, that Spencer is a boob and I hate his facial hair) and Crewe tricked me into giving him an ice cream sandwich. Crewe came to me and said that he would like to have his hair spiked up and maybe even go to Church. These are 2 things that he despises. I gleefully jumped up to do his hair. Then as were were admiring the new hair in the mirror he said to me, "Now I get a licky-pop?" Licky-pop: anything that is sweet that he licks. ie, suckers, fudge bars, ect.. So I gave him an ice cream and took a picture. I am such a sucker. I mean, a licky-pop!