A Simple Yes or No

I’m blessed. I have four beautiful, accomplished daughters, seven beautiful granddaughters (all grandchildren are beautiful, aren’t they?) and a beautiful wife who is probably smarter and tougher than I am. (I’d mention two sons, two grandsons, and three great grandsons, but this isn’t about them.)

I would not change anything about any of the women in my life…except for one thing. I just wish they would answer simple yes or no questions with a simple yes or no.

For example, if I ask my good, patient wife if she wants to go to dinner, she first runs through the “getting ready to go out” litany. “I’ll need to change, and curl my hair. Have you seen my blue shoes? Where should we go? I don’t want Chinese again. And the service at…” And so it goes. And sometimes, we wind up just eating something at home.

My sainted mother plagued my father in the same fashion. He’d say, “Watch this,” and then ask Mother a simple yes or no question. Off she’d go like a rocket, and Dad would turn and wink at me as if to say, “I told you so.”

Rod