 She was gone, so if I ate four more pieces after she was gone, she couldn't have done anything about that. Pop in a Hot Pocket in the microwave. All the time. And there were four kids in our house, so what, is she going to line us up like the Von Trapp family the next day? Like, all right, who had how many Hot Pockets? My dad had us involved in sports and all that stuff and was very, you know, checked in with us about it. But more than anything, I think there was this drive to make our home a refuge from...