No. Oh, God. Okay. Well, that is not my intention whatsoever. But you guys know this. My kids are busy kids. They're in fifth grade and first grade, and they play all the sports, and they do all the things. And I try to make sure that there's some downtime in there, but sometimes it gets overwhelming. And so after school, there's always something. Like you guys have seen my calendar. It's all color-coded. with who's going where and what they have and, you know, whatever, all their appointments. But on beautiful weather days, I think it's tough because you've been at school all day. You want to come home and you want to do nothing. You don't want to, you want to go outside and play with your friends or whatever. So my friend, Lindsay, was taking my son Smith to his lacrosse practice. I was supposed to take Lucy to a swim team practice. And so we're getting ready. I packed her bag. We're in the car or, you know, backing out of the driveway. And she looked at me with tears in her eyes. And she was like, Mom, I just want to spend time with you and not go to swim. And in my head, I'm like, oh, my gosh, part of a team. I got teachers. You know, she made a commitment. But also it was a beautiful day. And I'm like, done. We're skipping swim. We're playing hooky. We went to one of our favorite restaurants. We both sat at the bar. They let her sit at the bar, which I thought was great. and we ate their bread basket, and she had a big Shirley Temple. Actually, I think she had three. And I had a glass of wine, and it was the best afternoon ever and the greatest memory, although now I'm like, did I shoot myself in the butt? Because now she's like, I'm going to.