My wife and I were in the middle of a heated argument when I blurted out, “Pack your things and … ”

Before I could finish, her cell phone rang. She picked it up, glanced at the screen, and answered.

“It’s my dad,” she said, putting the call on speaker.

I stood there, silent, as their conversation unfolded. After the usual greetings, her father’s voice filled the room:

“My dear, I just sold my business, and I transferred $1,000,000 into your bank account.

My jaw dropped.

He continued, “Oh, and I’ve arranged for the new Land Cruiser Jeep that you wanted to be delivered to you tomorrow.”

The call ended with cheerful goodbyes. My wife turned to me, arms crossed, a smug smile on her face.

“Now,” she said, raising an eyebrow, “you were saying I should pack my things and …?”

Thinking fast, I straightened up, smiled, and said: “I said pack your things and hand them over so I can wash and iron them! I want everything perfect for you, my queen!”

She couldn’t help but laugh, and just like that, the argument was over.