Anywhooo, you've got a full pack of chicklets now.
Once, when I was very young, I wanted to get something from the Ice Cream truck going through the neighborhood, but my Mom firmly turned me down. We probably had ice cream in the freezer, but I wanted Ice! Cream! Man! ice cream, of course.
I was so distraught, I ran out into the yard in a fit, crying and screaming about wanting ice cream. This was totally sincere, and not a ploy on my part. The sympathetic Ice Cream Man left his truck, came over, nudged me, and handed me an orange sherbet "Push-Up" - which, incidentally, was my absolute favorite at the time.
Nowadays, I winge and moan about rep, and then people throw rep at me. Awesome.
Hmmmm...apparently I *do* need to grow up.