Here’s the very similiar way it works in my house.
This is an almost verbatim account of a conversation from about ten years ago when the hall needed painting.
(in the paint shop) Her: I like this colour, Khal....what do you think?
Me: Yes sweetheart, that is a good choice.
Her (to the salesperson): Fine, wrap it up sir.
(a week later after the hall has been painted)
Her: I don’t think that colour works, Khal.
Me: Oh, it is quite nice dear.
Her: No, it is not......why did I ever listen to you?
Me: But you picked the colour, darling.
Her: You should never have let me pick it.
And there, in the course of a two minute conversation is the story of ol’ Khal’s married existence.
No matter how innocent or uninvolved in any decision Mrs. Khal makes and regrets later, I am only two minutes away from being to blame..