His Mysterious Ways

Recently I asked Andrew what he thought the chances were that we would not be able to have any more children. Without hesitating, he answered, "Three." Three? What does that mean? "Is that a chance out of ten?", I asked. "No, a much bigger number." Hmmmm. "So more like out of one hundred?", I tried again. "Ya, more like one hundred."
I had to smile at the way he had answered me. "Normal" people would have said something like , "a small chance," "not much of a chance," something along those lines. But not Andrew. He had a very definitive answer. When we were getting to know each other years ago, I would've called him mysterious for giving answers like that. I loved it. Now after a few years of marriage, I still call him mysterious for giving answers like that. And I still love it!