a brilliant solution

I witnessed this glorious conversation just moments ago:

Joseph pleads with my mom to not make him fold clothes.

She, in an attempt to reason with him, insists that if ever moves out, he will definitely need to know how to fold.

Joseph responds logically, reminding my mom that because he's decided to never marry, then he won't have any clothes to fold at all.

My mom reminds him that he would still have his own laundry to wash unless he wanted to throw away his dirty clothes and then he would have to go shopping to buy new ones, and if he didn't have a wife then he would be the one doing all the shopping, washing, drying, and yes, folding.

There is a long pause, then I witness these miraculous words...

Mom, I've changed my mind. I do want to get married.