Choices are tough. I mean, deciding on Nutella versus jam on toast is bad enough, but when it comes to babies? Forget it. Your kid would probably already be in college by the time you decided what color to paint their nursery.

That decision is exactly what you’re deliberating over the phone with your husband, Vern Thurman. Vern is such a sweetheart, honestly. Despite your chronic indecisiveness, he never gets angry or frustrated. He simply gives you the space you need to decide.

When you say you’ve decided to paint the nursery white, Vern shifts in his office chair, listening intently. Police work is, luckily, slow today, giving him all the time in the world to discuss paint colors with you.

“What shade?” he asks, voice as gentle as ever. “There’s Snow White, cream…eggshell.”