bringing his work home

Dave has been forced to divide his attention all night between me and the iPhone. I must say, he has given me ample attention. I'm satisfied. But maybe, just maybe, he's buttering me up so that he can get one of his own. If we could, I would so let him get one—he works many, many long hours. He deserves one.

How about one made out of cardboard for now, hon?

iWant

You will be mine, iPhone. Oh yes. You will be mine.