My Mother:	I have something to tell you about your graduation present!
Me:	The iPhone I wanted?
My Mother:	Well...I went to a place that sells the thing you wanted, and they were missing the box...and nobody had the box...so I had to call them and tell them to mail the box to you in Brooklyn.
Me:	Wait, what box? A box?
My Mother:	The box for the thing you wanted for your graduation present!
Me:	A box for an iPhone?
My Mother:	Well...I...don't...know!
Me:	Can you just tell me because I have no idea what you are talking about right now.
My Mother:	It is an iPhone.
Me:	What is the box?
My Mother:	The iPhone is the box! It is box-shaped!