Well, we have a one-year-old, so when me and my husband go out to dinner, like sometimes one of us has to leave early and kind of go in the car because he's acting up. So I'll say, hey, pack up my food. I'll finish it when we get home. And that never happens. Like when we get home, I'll put the baby down for bed or something. I come back down, my leftovers are gone. Like it's not even. Oh, my God. It's like he smells them. I can hide them behind, like, the milk or something, just kind of, like, tuck them back there. He knows where they're at. I never get my leftovers, ever.