May I introduce "Baby Icks" (it seems to be primarily plural) to you. Apparently, they're soft and blue and have faces. Oh, and they live in Phillip's open palms, as you can see in the photo from when I asked him to show you. (Sorry his hands are supper-covered.) Sometimes the Icks need kisses from everyone in the room, but this morning when I asked if they did, Phillip said "they're okay, they don't need hugs and kisses right now". They appeared yesterday after P's nap, when he started asking Adam, "Dadoo, did you see my Ick?" and he showed it (them?) to Adam. This kid is hilarious.