 And my brother, who's in the front yard, who's a senior prep, bored out of his mind, is yelling as I'm in my bedroom through the window, will you please come out and play wiffle ball with me? Will you please come out and play wiffle ball? He's 17, 18 years old. No, I'm studying for my exams. And my mom's like, will you please go out and play wiffle ball with your brother? Will you please? And it was just a non-agreement. And it still is to this day. My parents will still play with us in the backyard. Now we have kids. So it's like three generations playing wiffle.