I am. And I'm going to take forever doing it too, because I'll forget the lens cap, and then need to ask Clio how to do it 67 times, yet still refuse to just let her do it. And then I'll obviously need to tell the story of when I went to a school dance. Made up, of course. And the story of when I bought the camera. It'll be one of those stories where I have to pause to remember whether I was eating a hot dog, or whether it really was a Tuesday, or maybe it was a Wednesday-