 Kind of day? I guess. Guys, I have nothing on this. Greg, it's not a regular day. It's the day you were born. It's not regular. It wasn't regular when you was born. You weren't even alive until this day came. I don't remember. Rick, I don't remember. I remember kissing your little tiny face. So thankful for a little baby brother. Your perfect day, if I could predict, would be not coming here and hearing this. Oh, yeah, this for sure. And being at home.