T-man and I are the worst of the ping pong yawners. Or the best, I guess, depending on how you look at it.
I tend to look at it like hey, I’m driving a car, yawning widely as we roll on down the road at 45mph (or worse, 65) isn’t exactly great. I guess it’s better than sneezing where my eyes snap closed for a millisecond, scaring the bejesus out of me since I’m pretty sure “gee, officer, I know I careened wildly into that car but it’s biology, I was sneezing!” doesn’t fly as far as defenses go.
We’re champions at the after school yawns. It’s mid-afternoon so I’m already primed for nap time, and T-man’s zapped from a day of, well, school. Thinking’s hard work, y’all. So there we are, heading home, him nodding off in the passenger seat while I pinch myself to keep the yawns at bay.
I should probably embrace the mid-afternoon coffee, huh?
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post.