A long time ago when our first grandson was young - I think around the age five or six - there was a phone call we made to him to say hello and talk with him for kicks. We'd tried to make it short because of his attention span. He’s a kid who later became a not-too chatty young man! I felt surprised and a bit insulted (was talking to our grandson such a bore?) when he said very soon and matter-of-factly: “What am I still talking to you guys for?”