I’ve been on a bit of a blogging hiatus. Mrs. Dude has me working a second job painting the sun room.
We should be able to drop the brushes soon and get back to life without painting.
In the meantime, ponder the Zen of “sure.”
It turns out the Dude and/or Mrs. Dude must use the word “sure” from time to time. Little Dude has adopted “sure” as his “yes,” and he uses is ALL the time.
Almost any affirmative statement has become “sure.” It’s hilarious.
- Do you want a Popsicle? Sure.
- Let’s get your shoes on. Sure
- Get down from there. Sure.
- Do you want to go outside? Sure.
I’ve realized that “sure” is the perfect word. It fits almost any situation and the interpretation is left open-ended. Small inflections make big a difference.
Is that sarcastic? Is that enthusiastic? Is he just tolerating me? I guess that means “yes”?
I may adopt “sure” as my new way to navigate life. I’m just going to respond with “sure” to everything that comes my way.
The Zen of “Sure.”
It’s a lot like “Dude”…