The Irony is That This Cell Phone Has Gone Through Dante's Inferno and Back and Still Looks Better Than You

“I’m not playing house with you,” James huffed indignantly, puffing out his little nine-year-old chest and purposely not looking his sweetheart in the eyes. Instead, he let his own drift over to where the neighborhood boys played a game of football.

Natalia pouted. “Fine, then. I’ll get Will to play with me.”

And she did. Because Will was a sap for anything Natalia wanted. All she had to do was blink at him and he’d be donning a pink Hello Kitty apron and pouring fake tea into fake cups.

As James turned to go play football, Natalia stuck out her tongue and yelled at him, clutching a tea cup with her favorite Disney princess on it.

“Will is my favorite brother!”