“Mom, can I color when we get home?”
“Is that yes or no?”
“Yeah but can I?”
“If you keep pestering me it’s ‘No’.”
Maybe was never a good bet, but it was better than ‘No’. I retreated to a corner of the backseat.
“You kids want to stop for root-beer?” asked dad.
I think, “OK, if we stop for root-beer, then we get home later and ‘maybe’ is ‘no’ because it will be bedtime.”
“Do you? Kirk? Martha Ann?”
“Root-beer!” says my brother, only 3 and already a saboteur of my wishes.
“Root-beer it is.” Dad pulls into A&W, a car hop comes out, takes his order and returns with a root-beer for my dad, a root-beer float for my mom and two baby root-beers, one for me and one for my brother.
I think in every relationship there is a tug-of-war over control. Every person becomes “controlling” when he or she wants something different from what you want. My totally unsuccessful method of controlling a situation is to ask for what I want. If it isn’t what the other person/people want, I’d say in most of my experience they don’t say so or they will even agree, and then, when push comes to shove, dig in and not move. It’s all a big “maybe” and rather than going home to color, I end up with a baby root-beer.