I heard Kevin say it. Oh, my God, I lied. But I just wanted to hear Kevin say that. But no, my mother, she burned a pot of grease. We lived in an apartment in Southfield. And our apartment door, the fire extinguisher was right outside our apartment door. I'm in my room. She's in her room. We're getting ready. All of a sudden, my cousin comes and says, the kitchen's on fire. Just as calm. We run in there. I told my mother, go get the fire extinguisher while I get the kids out of the apartment. He comes back and says, what do I do? It says, break the glass. I'm like, break the glass. By this time, the fire is on the ceiling, on the counter. We had to call 911. They had to come out with the fire out. I had a smoke glass that got there when they did because we were not the only unit in the surrounding complex. We could have brought the whole building down over to a french fry.