"After this (a TV show that is about to end), do you guys want to go swimming?"
"Where?" (Question coming from the room with French Doors that face our backyard pool)
"Out there." (No doubt, pointing to the backyard.)
"Why?" (Me thinking: Um. It's something crazy like 93 degrees and it is still May...and we own a pool that needs to be used to be worth the money we're dumping into it.)
Literally. End.of.conversation. And everyone is heading to their room to get suited up.
That's what I like about guys. They get right to the point and don't waste a single word.