Twenty five or so years ago... my wife and I took our 3 kids on a first time vacation after our marriage. (Jamie and I grew up together, her Father and mine were best friends before they met our Mothers. These kids of ours had all had their diapers changed by me when my parents might baby-sit Jamie's over the years. Not trying to give TMI, but just to set the stage,,, Two of these kids were hers and one was mine by former marriages and we thought it'd be a good way to meld the new family.)
We jumped into our single-engine Cessna 206 and flew from the Central Tx ranch to Telluride and went skiing for a week. Afterward we headed for home with a fuel/lunch stop at Santa Fe. My new son (aged 20 at the time) and I lost track of the girls (wife, 17 year step-dau and 14 yr old dau) when they went shopping around the Santa Fe town square and it took almost 4 hours to find them, by which time the sun was setting and we still had almost 3 hours to go to get to the home ranch-strip.
It got very dark and so I climbed up to 11K feet to clear terrain and an attempt to get above very limited visibility due to a western-desert dust-storm. Flying over towns it was virtually undetectable until directly overhead that lights existed below. We were in total darkness and restricted visibility with the entire family in a single engine airplane. I kept a navigation chart in my lap and continuously kept my finger placed where I felt we were on it. I made certain I knew where the nearest, lighted airport might be in the event of engine difficulty in that dust-storm. (Anyone ever see the movie "Flight of the Phoenix" with Jimmy Stewart?)
We arrived home about 11 PM and I was exhausted. Taxied into the front yard, shut down and passed out shortly thereafter.
Next morning over coffee, Jamie mentioned that she'd noticed I'd done something differently than she'd noted previously...in that I had kept that chart in my lap and constantly referenced it,,, and asked "Why"?
I explained my concerns of single engine flying with the whole family at night over rough terrain and low visibility (but had never mentioned the interest I had in owning a multi, twin-engine airplane because I knew that'd never be an affordable option considering her thrifty mindset.)
Jamie appeared to give it a thought, then asked, "Do you think we should buy a twin-engine?"
"YES!" exited my lips before her query could even echo off the walls!
We bought a Beech Baron soon-after. It's always helpful to plant the seed of need before making the request to the supportive, intelligent women we're married to.