 There you go. And then my mother would tell a funny story about how, like one day, and I was fussing, and, you know, and so I'm fussing and fussing. It's much cuter when she would tell the story. But she'd say, so then she would look down at me and come, what do you want, what do you want? And I looked back up at her and I said, freedom. That laugh, good Lord, that laugh. But the freedom she wants, freedom, freedom, freedom.