I thought all women communicated that way.
Oh, by no means. Wife 1.0, AKA Satan, always spoke in the 2nd person imperative. She was of Dutch extraction.
Tell me what you want for dinner.
I don't know, what are my options?
Don't make this hard.
How about going out to Frisch's? I could go for a Big Boy.
Stop trying to get me to eat garbage.
I take it you're not in the mood for Frisch's?
Pick something now or starve for all I care!
How about Chinese? Let's go eat Chinese.
Bite me.
