Me: Hey, honey, can you help me out? My shirt needs to be ironed. Could you do that for me while I'm getting ready for bed.
Husband: Sure. Where is it? (Examines shirt) Are you sure this needs to be ironed?
Me: Are you looking at the same shirt I am?
Husband: It's not even wrinkled.
Me: (Laughing) Are you being serious or sarcastic?
Me: If you are honestly being serious, I am concerned.
Husband: I'll iron it for you, but it really doesn't look wrinkled to me at all.
Me: (Holding up extremely wrinkled, bottom portion of shirt) What about this part right here?
Husband: (Looking closely) I really don't see it!
Me: I am concerned for you based on that comment.
Needless to say, the shirt was hopelessly wrinkled. Bless his heart. I love him.