Okay, so all six of us were out the other night, and that's myself, Wes, and all four of our kids, our very blended family. And we're driving in the car. Wes is driving. I'm sitting in the passenger seat. The two older kids, Sam and Kieran, are in the middle. And then my little ones, Lucy and Smith, are in the very, very back. And I notice from the front seat that somebody had drawn a big penis and wrote Wes next to it on one of the windows. And right off the bat, I think it's Smith because the kid loves drawing penises and writing naughty words that he has just learned how to spell. Okay. But upon questioning all four kids in the car, nobody would fess up to it. Actually, Smith started crying that we kept blaming him. And he's like, it really wasn't me.