Living in Washington State, my husband, John. And I often take car trips to Canada to visit his family. One holiday season we stopped at the border, where the guard asked my husband the value of any goods we would be leaving in Canada. John paused to think of the value of the gifts we had with us. “Never mind,” the guard said, “What’s the most expensive thing you have in your car?”
Without hesitation, John replied, “My wife.”