It is cold. I showed up 20 minutes early yesterday. Luce and I roll up, I park, and I see all of the other good sports parents on the side of the field cheering their kids on because they're doing a scrimmage or whatever. And I look at Lucy and I said, I am not getting out of this very toasty, warm car to go cheer him on. And so we sat there, and whenever Smith had the ball, I rolled down my window and screamed, Go, Smith! From inside my 80-degree car with the heat blasting. And Luz and I just sat and chatted and browsed Instagram, and she'd be like, Mom, Mom, Smith's got the ball. I'd roll down my window and be like, Yes, Smith! I was not getting out of my vehicle. It was so freaking cold.