 Now, my mother was a bigger lady. I figured one lap, I'll probably shake her. I didn't. I go one lap, she's still chasing me. We go for two. I'm like, serious? I shoot upstairs, jump on my bed, pull up my covers. She comes in, rips down the covers, ripped down my pants, and starts beating me with a metal spatula. And my whole life, I thought, I was beat that day. And now that I have two kids, I think back, and I'm like...