My favorite childhood story is:

I was learning to take turns.

My mom and I were getting ready to go somewhere, so I climbed into the drivers seat so that I could crawl over to my car seat.

Instead of going straight to my car seat, I paused in the driver’s seat.

I looked at my car seat and then looked at my mom.  I did this a couple more times.

Then I sighed, put my hand’s on my hips, looked at my mom and said, “I think it’s your turn to sit in the car seat and my turn to drive!”  🙂