The first time my husband said the word "Sure" it was in response to some mundane question like "Would you mind doing the kitchen?" or "Can I borrow a kidney?" And my initial, and now patented response is "What does 'sure' mean?"
Does sure mean "eh, I like my kidneys but hey you're my eternal companion so whatev!" Does sure mean I will do the dishes.....eventually and in my own way? Does sure mean in one minute, which is another ambigous frustration. Would that be one football minute, one basketball minute or one Gardner minute. The possiblities with such a vague vocabluary are endless! AND IRRITATING! I echo the sentiments of the MOODY BLUES... "SAY WHAT YOU MEAN."
Apparnently, this generic response is hereditary. Today I asked Harrison if he wanted to play the memory game. His response......"Sure." (enthusiastic, by nonetheless..."sure"). I paused. Then laughed....for heaven's sakes!
