 So we're trying to adopt a baby girl, and the social worker, you know, they have to come over and, you know, see that you're not too crazy to adopt. And so, the whole way she's coming over, I'm thinking, I'm telling my husband, I said, you know what, we should have locked the other two up in cages because if she meet them two, ain't no way they gonna give us a nothing. She gets there, it's too late. They upstairs, hollering, screaming. Where the mom's at?