One weekend, my husband and I were planning to move a section of fence to allow us to park a trailer. A lovely bush was partially in the way, and my husband promised he'd be careful when trimming it back.
To ease my worries, he showed me exactly what he would cut. But I insisted on doing it myself because I thought he'd make a mess of it. In the end, I trimmed just what he had suggested.
"I guess you were right," I apologized. "I cut off just what you would have cut."
"In other words," he said," you came, you sawed, you concurred."