He's four. And he loves him. He talks about him and, and he even has that thing that, like, the almost implied shame. Like, did you just fart? It's like, no, I didn't fart. You fart. Like, he knows that. Like, you know what I mean? Like, you don't want to be right, the farter. Yeah, but, and then my youngest is, what, 20 months? You fart? He's like, he just like, nods and smiles. He thinks it's great. He thinks it's great.