when i was like 7 or something, me and my sister forgot to clean out room that day. our step-dad was not having it and told us to clean it up so we did but apparently we were too slow so he came in and asked us to give him our favorite toys. my sister gave him her build-a-bear and i gave him a purple hot wheels care that i liked. it wasn't my favorite toy i owned cause i knew what he was going to do with them but i did like that car a lot. he took them downstair and came back with a knife and a hammer and the toys. h cut the bear open and smashed the car. i can only imagine ho i would have felt if i actually gave him my favorite toy that id had since i was born.