I was remembering, tonight, my bedtime ritual when I was little. I would beg my dad to tell me a bedtime story and he didnt want to -he just wanted me to fall asleep. His story always went like this..."once upon a .... time ....(yawn). there was a little girl...(yawn)..and she was very ... very... tired... (yawn). she was so. tired ...she was soooooo tired she wanted. to go..... to sleep (yawn)"
-like the yawns are going to rub off on me. He told that one so much it must have worked. I would scream "no! I want a real story"
-Then when my mom would read me a bedtime story she would read a page and fall asleep and I would shake her and try to wake her to read more..every page she would pause and start to fall asleep or she'd yawn every other word.
...uhhh. My torturous childhood..deprived of a descent bedtime story.
So tonight as soon as I laid down on Rileys bed to read to her I started yawning. I had to flip over and read on my stomach so I wouldnt keep yawning. We read Junie B Jones book and once I started reading I was fine because of how funny the book is. I was laughing and Riley was laughing.. so we got through a few chapters.
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