I should have, and I always felt bad for Megan because I traveled quite a bit. When I first got divorced, I was traveling a lot. And on Sundays, I would try to make a big meal so there was food for the kids to eat while I was gone. Yeah. One Sunday in particular, I cooked two roasts. These are five-pound roasts I cooked out on the grill. So that night, we probably ate maybe half of one of those roasts, maybe half, probably not. So we had a whole meal with it. The next morning I got up, the other two were gone. All of the meat was gone. I can't imagine eating eight pounds of meat in one year. Fathom that. He ate eight pounds of meat. Oh, my God. That makes me want to throw out. Eight pounds. I know, right? Yeah. It's like a protein coma. Oh, my God. Yes. Yeah. And he ate the whole damn thing. And he's still, you know, he wears, you know, like, tiny pants.