direct and to the point

Andy and I were playing in his bedroom. He often likes to empty his hamper of dirty clothing and climb in for a game of Where's Andy. He jumps down and hides and then loudly announces, "I'm hiding!" And of course I wonder aloud where he is and he pops up into sight quite proud of himself.

Except on the 7th cycle of the Where's Andy game he never popped up. So I said over and over, "Gee, where's my Andy? I wonder where he is."

And he said, from the depths of his hamper, "Mommy, can you stop talking?"