For instance, Dad had a very unique yawn. He didn’t just plain old “I’m tired” yawn. Dad’s yawns were multisyllabic and he made the most of every one. Dad’s yawn had flourish. The sound was something like “aaaaa yeeee haaaaw haaaaaw.” It had volume. It was an announcement. The big bear part of Dad, standing tall, head back, arms outstretched to the world, announced that his day was complete. It was time for rest. His yawns were celebratory. As if to say, “Another day well done.”
- Jennifer Grant, Good Stuff: A Reminiscence of My Father, Cary Grant
Prompt Jar said ‘Sledding’ and somehow, I managed to finish something for a prompt.
Sometimes Henry forgot that Mabel and Dipper grew up in California
and hadn’t seen a proper snowfall until they were sixteen and
permanently living in Gravity Falls.
This was not one of those times.
The snow had started falling last night, a light dusting that Mabel
laughingly claimed as a reason he had to stay the night (complete
with a teasing, ever so slightly off key rendition of ‘Baby, It’s
He was awoken the next morning by Mabel’s full weight landing on him
as she leapt onto the bed, cheering and laughing and driving all the
air out of his lungs in one great, gasping rush.
“Henry it snowed more it snowed
there’s mountains of
it get up get up get up!”
she chanted, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.