Chase is not a fan of definitive statements. And by not a fan, I mean that he will dance around saying them until I am 5 seconds away from stabbing him in the eye. Here’s how a typical conversation about breakfast goes in our house:
Me: Do you want eggs for breakfast?
Chase: I would eat some eggs.
Me: Right, but is that what you want, or would you prefer something else?
Chase: I mean, eggs are fine. I’ll eat them.
Me: This isn’t a trick question or anything, I can make you something besides eggs if you want.
Chase: I just said that eggs are fine.
Me: Well…can you just say “Yes, I would like to eat eggs for breakfast,” to make me happy?
Chase: I said eggs are fine.
Me: Repeat after me: “Yes, I would like some eggs.”
Chase: If you put some eggs in front of me, I would eat them. Not unwillingly.
This is of course not to say that he isn’t capable of making definitive statements, He just can only do it when it comes to things that are in no way helpful. Examples:
“I like watching football for up to 9 hours a day.”
“Cookies are delicious.”
“I have to go poop.”
“If we are ever rich, I’m going to buy a Ferrari in bright yellow and no matter what anyone says I believe in my heart of hearts that people won’t think I’m a douchebag.”
I may have exaggerated the last line a little bit. Only the part about the color though. Even Chase would have to admit that yellow Ferraris are only owned by douchebags, but he won’t actually say that definitively.