I am silently working on Italian lessons and Pop is dozing, sitting up on the couch. He yawns rather largely.
Me: Pop. You're yawning. You know what that means, right?
Me: That is right. You are tired. Do you want me to show you where your room is?
Me: I'm following you in about five minutes. I'm gonna finish this and head to bed. Do you want me to show you to your room now? or do you wanna wait?
Pop: Well, I believe you can show me now.
We walk toward his room.
Me: Pop, this is your room--the one with the light.
Pop: Well, thank you.
Me: You're welcome, Pop. I sure hope you sleep well.
Pop: I believe I'm half-way there now.