He is five now, five and a half almost, if you ask him. His half birthday is quickly approaching, he keeps reminding me. We were at Michael's yesterday grabbing a few things for, I'm trying to decorate a little bit for Christmas so my house feels cozy when everybody comes over on Thursday. And so if you've ever been to Michael's, you get into the line, and this time of year, it's a longer line, and it's like a maze of crap, okay? It's just like HomeGoods, TJ Maxx, Marshalls. You get in the line. All at child's eye level, too. Yes, it's so much crap that you didn't anticipate needing, but all of a sudden you think you need it. And at Michael's specifically, it's all of, like, the holiday candies, the stocking stuffers. I mean, it's, like, good crap. So they have this humongous bin. And, Mike, I know you know what these are of squish mellows. They're, like, these really soft stuffed animals, okay? And they're, like, bigger. You know, like, they're a good size. But they had it piled so high. It was about as tall as me. I'm five feet tall. So Smith and I are chatting as we're, you know, getting up closer to the cash registers. And, of course, he goes to pull one from the pile, the middle of the pile of squishmallows, and the whole tower goes tumbling into the checkout line. And thank goodness there was this sweet mom with a baby who helped Smith and myself clean it all up. And I really just want to give her a shout-out right now because she then DM'd me on Instagram and said she was too chicken to say something, but she was the one who helped us put all these back. So, Rebecca Ellert, you are an angel. Thank you so much for being so kind and not judging me as you helped my child and I pick up all of these squish mellows.