Tell her to count the stairs on an escalator.
I told you it would rain, dear.
Tell her a joke on a Monday!
Wife: No idea Memory foam pillow: Two years, five months and two days
Only one. But they have to sit in the dark room for a year, first, to make sure that the lightbulb is out.
Count for yourself...
Count the stars in the sky and that's how much I love you "But it's so cloudy" *pats her on the head* Yeah I know
He thinks one step ahead
A condescending con descending.
Write "Please turn over" on both sides of a page and hand it to her.
Well that escalated quickly.
A little con-descending
