 Well, not arguing exactly. I should say trying to persuade her. There we had everything set for our trip, and Della refused to go. The more we talked, the more stubborn she got. I finally got so mad I had to leave. Well, what's her reason for not wanting to go? She just doesn't want to travel, or so she says. So that means I can't take the baby with me, which means in turn that I just can't go. Well, now, now, now, hold on a minute, child. Sit down, sit down, cool off.