Hers: Maybe on the fifth box.

Mine: It was an abundance of love.

Hers: It was an abundance of cloisonné.

Mine: If you liked them, you’d wear at least one pair of them.

Hers: I did, but you didn’t notice.

Mine: That’s because I didn’t want you to wear them if you didn’t really like them. So I made a point of not noticing.

Hers: I’m going to do my yoga.

Mine: Good. You seem tense.

The point isn’t that my version is right. It’s that it can be hard to know what to get somebody as a gift — even when, perhaps especially when, you think you know what she’d like.

Which is why I’m not getting Jessica a brand-new car this year.

I think she’d like it, but what do I know?