We’re making individual snowmen. I’m the judge. I’m supposed to be a judge. Mom, you’re a judge all the time. What a boring existence. Let Corey be the judge. You get down and dirty. Do something with your daughters. You didn’t ski with us. You didn’t nothing with us. Can you build a summer? It’s memories. Okay. Thank you. And, Corey, if you do favoritism, I will fuck you up myself.