 But I can't see it, Dad. You've got to let go. But I can't see it. Son, let go. I'm holding your foot. Your foot, it's six inches. When you let go, your foot's going to land on that ledge. You've got to let go. And he would finally trust me enough to let go, and I would catch him. See, I knew where his foot was going to land, but he didn't.