 We were like a 10-year gap between us, and my sister Donna, who's like seven years older than me, the only time Mom and Dad left was for funerals, and she'd make us put our noses in the corner, and if we turned around, she'd beat us with the hot rod sticks from the Hot Wheels cars. You know those orange ones? Oh, jeez. She denies it to this day. It's like, excuse me, those were my Hot Wheels, and yeah, you did a number of times. Oh, that's...