 Did she go back to the table? She's like, all right, I'm going to need some water. Finish your plate, yeah. I'm going to need some soft food for the baby. Right, exactly right. I'll just chew the food and spit it against my mouth. I sit at the next table over and say, jeez, you know, every time I come here, I sit next to the table with the crying baby. Oh, thank God there's another baby. Ah, they got one. Right, finally, I'm sitting next to someone without a baby, and then they end up with a baby. They had a fresh one.