 And I look at him. I'm like, Dad. First of all, again, keep in mind I'm eight years old. I'm in my clothes at this point. I don't have a swimsuit. Naturally, I didn't pack a swimsuit with me. He says, jump in, and I'll tell you when you can get out. But here are the rules. You're not allowed to chatter your teeth. You're not allowed to shiver. And you're not allowed to say, I'm cold. And like I said, I'm looking at him like, Dad, this is child abuse. I want to call Mom. But that was not an option.