This is a Nintendo 3DS:
The 3DS is, in case you were wondering, worth more than the blue book value of my van. I cannot replace it. His father will not replace it. The Evil Genius? Is heartbroken. Tears. Many, many tears. Copious, even.
Can you keep a secret?
I'm heartbroken, too.
I hate that he has to learn this lesson this way. He loved that thing. Loved. He actually took it out of his pocket and put it on the bumper so he wouldn't break it while playing with his friend. He didn't. Want. To Break. It.
So how did you learn the lesson to be careful with your precious things? Or did you?