It's all true at my job. I have at least 3 kids. I mean I'm going to call them kids, they're 23 24 and like 25 their parents every single day. Bring them their lunch or bring them their dinner. And it's it baffles me. I don't know if I'm jealous. Like at, at this point, I I figured out that I'm probably very spiteful because I wish I was getting dinner and lunch brought to me by mama and papa, but I ain't happening. I don't, I don't know what's wrong with these kids.