I have a confession to make: I eat cereal. You might think I should have grown out of this, but I haven’t. In fact, it’s one of those early morning rituals I look forward to. This ritual invariably begins by me looking for the one open box of cereal by rifling through all of the unopened boxes of cereal—and this, even though the open box is always on the right side of the shelf. (I blame it on my early morning grogginess.)

Yesterday, my wife, brilliant woman that she is, turned the unopened boxes on their side, so that the unopened flap faced the cabinet door, which means no more rifling through unopened boxes of cereal. Like I said, she’s brilliant.