“Honey have you seen my favorite shirt?? it's crazy, I had it a minute ago.”
“Huh no, sorry dear I haven't...”
“I don't understand! It can't have disappeared.”
“It's probably somewhere right under your nose, go clean your glasses!”
“Hm, you're probably right.”
(And that would leave me enough time to hide this thing, there's no way we're going to that fancy brunch with you looking like this again...)
She puts the scissors down though; hadn't realized he actually liked this shirt this much. Sometimes it's difficult to see the difference between stuff a loved one wears out of habit and what he does out of genuine fondness.