Well, I'm about to disabuse you of that higher power because I texted my sister last week. I'm like, what was the name of your Cabbage Patch kid? Cause I'm like, I remember the initials were ALW. That's, that's all I know. And I don't have the text in front of me right now, but she essentially said, well, the first one I got, the fake one was named Amanda Lynn, but I think Amanda Lynn. No, it wouldn't have been, uh, no, Annabelle Lee. Oh, that sounds so much. Yeah, yeah, yeah. So it was Annabelle Lee. She's like, well, it was named Annabelle Lee, but mom named it that. And it was made by a neighbor. And I'm like, well, slow down. So the idea that the serendipity of bringing another ALW in the house was not serendipity at all. It was my mom naming this thing, which, by the way, my sister then said, yeah, Annabelle Lee is apparently a Poe poem, an Edgar Allan Poe poem, which I don't know if my mom is into Poe. I don't know. This whole conversation is really like unspooled a whole bunch of things about my family and my past that I was unaware of, including were there kits to make your own cabbage patch kits? I remember this thing had a plastic face and looked like I said to my sister, did they have a plastic face? She's like, yeah, a plastic face. So was the rage so fervent that people were like selling make your own cabbage patch kid kits?