 remember the time when we sat on the stairs, it was just me and you with hot chocolate in our hands, looking out and watching it rain. Like that's all we had to do at that time. Talk about a sentimental journey. And my youngest son said, I'm, I'm watching his friends at high school. I homeschooled them through eighth grade and now they went to survive in high school after that. And he said, some of my, my classmates,