Me: Honey, I dropped my iPhone in the toilet.
E: Is it dead?
Me: Yeah. I tried to save it. I didn't have any rice. I couldn't. It died. There's nothing left.
(Pout, pout, crazies, pout...)
E: What's the matter with you? It's just a PHONE.
Me: I know, but I don't like this. Remember how you always want to fix things, and I just want you to feel bad for me and say "I'm really sorry that this happened to you?"--that's not what I want this time. I want you to fix this.
E: It's just a phone. You don't NEED a phone. What's the big rush?