As soon as Gaby stepped through the front door during her visit home from Kentucky, she was already flashing her latest flex — the brand-new iPhone 16.

“Look what I got!” she sang, holding the sleek, shimmering device up in the air like it was a trophy. “The iPhone sixteen, baby! Fresh out the box!”

Jake, lounging on the couch with his older iPhone 13 in hand, squinted at her unimpressed. “Cool. Want a medal?”

Gaby gasped dramatically, flipping her hair. “Excuse you, this phone practically takes pictures straight from heaven. It’s literally smarter than your entire grade level.”

“Wow,” Jake deadpanned. “Congrats on spending $1,400 to send the same exact selfies.”

Gaby plopped down next to him and opened the camera app. “Smile,” she said, already aiming it at him. “Let me show you the cinematic mode. It’s like a movie. You’ll look like you’re in a Netflix documentary called ‘Jealous Little Brother.’”

Jake rolled his eyes and held up his 13. “This one still works fine.”

“Yeah,” Gaby smirked. “If you like blurry photos and a cracked screen. Don’t worry — when I upgrade to the iPhone 17, I’ll donate this one to you.”

“You are so annoying.”

“And you are so stuck in 2021.”

Their mom passed by in the hallway and called out, “If either of you breaks a phone in this house, you’re both going back to flip phones.”

They both froze. Gaby slowly lowered the iPhone 16.