But you know that you had you had to, you know, lay down the law and put some consequences into place. So last night, the the the end of my night was loose, getting a consequence. And she had to be in her room for the remainder of the night. And this was at like six forty five, seven o'clock. OK, and it's spring break, by the way. So this sucked for her because she thought she was going to be staying up late with her brother and spring break. Right. So she was not very happy with me. and just protesting it and freaking out about it. And at one point, I was downstairs watching TV with Smith, my five-year-old, and she comes down, which she wasn't supposed to be out of her room. She comes down. She had packed her bag, and she marched down the stairs. I could hear her coming down, and she told me she was leaving. That was it. This eight-year-old was out. Moving out. Where was she going? She didn't tell me. I am leaving. And he said, well, you're not leaving. I am leaving. And if you don't let me out, I will open my window and I will climb out onto the roof and I will jump down that way. I love her. And she, Megan, she was dead serious. Like there was not a smirk on her face. She was determined that she was going to run away with this little teeny tiny bag. And I thought, hmm, that's a lifetime of clothes packed into that bag. Doesn't really work out for you. But even though I was really angry inside, after the fact, I was thinking, I remember being four, maybe my dad tells me the story. I don't really remember that I packed my pink bag with the teddy bears on it. And my dad actually let me leave the house. And he said he watched me in the window go down the street and get to the corner. And I turned around and told him, I am going to Las Vegas. That's where I was running away to. I didn't ask where she was going. I should have asked her.