 of me and my little sister, your Auntie Katie, with plastic swords up on the wall over there after the Fourth of July, walking home from the Fourth of July parade, younger than you, way younger than you. We're sitting there with our swords crossed like we're fighting each other, and so the tradition will continue. So tomorrow we'll have to at least get some form. I've got to get my plastic sword going. You've got to get the plastic sword going so that we can, I don't know why.