Standing in the front yard of our first home, deciding where to plant a tree:

Wife: “Do you think it looks better here, or here?”

Me: hot, sweaty, moves tree. Moves it again. And again. And again.

Wife: “I just don’t know, what do you think?”

Me: “Stanzie, I love you; but it makes no difference to me whether it’s a couple feet, this way, that way, or some other way. In this situation, you’re the brains, I’m the brawn. Tell me where you want the hole, and that’s where I’ll dig it.”

Good times!