Hubby is correct. Again.
Yes, he is! We may have the only marriage in America where the wife (me) willingly admits when the husband (mine!) is correct! Fortunately, he willingly admits when I’m correct, as well. It blows complete strangers’ minds away when we give credit to the other in public. (Yes! This has actually happened to us by complete strangers!)
We think that is how marriage is supposed to be. In other words, we try to build each other up, rather than tear each other down. I’m sure you weren’t wanting a dissertation on the subject, but because this seems to be a touchy issue for some people, I decided to address it.