No, and you know what it is, is I posted this to my story when it happened, and the first messages I got were, how dare that school let her sit outside like that? Oh, okay, you're trying to stick up for the school. Yes. Yeah, it's my fault. There is no other. I feel terrible, and I feel so bad, and it's one of those things that I had. I sat down with her, and I had a conversation. I said, you know, I tried to explain what happened. At the end of the day, I screwed up, I was late, and that will stick with her for a minute. Because I picture those old school PSAs where the kids are sitting there waiting for their dads or their parents, and they're the last one there. And I remember my mom forgot me like once. Like once, I think it was. It wasn't even that big of a deal, but it still stuck in my head forever. I still remember it. Oh, yeah. It's a core memory right there. Oh, my God. I know. And now I'm going to feel absolutely terrible. Well, you should. No, thank you. You are a tremendous amount of help