 That would have been a good one. I don't know. I don't know, Liz. No. You're dogging me. Well, what's the mistaken or misheard lyric? Yeah, what do you hear? The kid is not my son. Right. That's the real. He says the thing in the chair. The chair is not my son. Oh, the chair. Well, you'd be right. The chair is my son. Come on, listen it up, boy. Yeah, all right. All right, babe. Have a good day. All right, thank you, Rob. He even named his kid a chair, though, one time. Lauren in Torrington. Got a blanket.