I started getting a scratchy throat on Sunday.
By Monday night, it wasn't scratchy, it was sore.
On the way to drop Sam off at my mom and dad's house
yesterday morning, he was steering clear of me.
"Oh no, mom. I don't want to catch it."
I assured him that just being in the car with me would
not give him my impending cold and sore throat.
As we reached the turn to Nana and Papa's house
and I was yawning from a restless night's sleep,
I saw him suddenly cover his nose and mouth with
his sweatshirt. I turned to look at him and was
starting to ask him what he was doing, when he looked
over at me and said, "Oh, no! Yawns are contagious!"
That's my boy... and indeed they are, though at
that point I didn't feel like explaining what
the expression actually means.