For Christmas a few weeks ago I gifted my nephew Harrison with a diecast semi truck that I had thought was a children's toy but was actually a model designed to reside on a bookshelf or a desk or an end table and be looked at but not so much played with. I realized my mistake about a minute after Harrison tore the wrapping paper off of it because the first thing that he did was drop it hard onto the carpet of my parents' condo causing one of the truck's rear-view mirrors to break off. Because it's somewhat difficult to explain the difference between a model truck and a toy truck to a one-year-old who wants nothing more than to push it across the kitchen floor while making car engine sounds, during the next few weeks Harrison continued to play with the truck much like he plays with all of his toys, which is to say not-so-gently, which resulted in a great many more pieces breaking off, thus decimating the truck entirely. The demise of his Christmas gift must have been on the very top of his mind when he saw me facetiming with his mom last week because upon seeing my face in the iPhone's screen he ran across the living room, dug around in his toy box and returned to the phone holding a single set of plastic wheels. He then looked into the camera, gestured with the wheels and said to me, in the most adorably concerned and sincere confession that I have ever witnessed, "I boke it." I had the good fortune of freezing the moment in a screenshot that kind of breaks my heart but mostly just makes me so damn happy to be his uncle.