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!” 🙂