Me: Don’t count on it.
Wife (both lovely and talented): What? Are you joking? Do you really believe that?
Me: No.
Wife: Then… why?
Me: What fun would it be if I just agreed with everything you said? You might as well be talking to yourself and you’d never be sure if I was even listening. If our views were never challenged we would be doomed to intellectual stagnation, boredom, and eventual death. So, for the betterment of all involved parties, I disagree sometimes. I mix it up. This very conversation is a good case in point. See how much fun this is? Ha HA!
Wife: But that’s idiotic! Now I never know if you’re being sincere. It’s like I’m talking to a Magic 8-Ball. You’re the Magic 8-Ball of conversationalists.
Me: Signs point to yes.