My Turn!

When I went to pick Troy up today, the teacher said that he got excited and exclaimed, “It’s my turn!” Troy usually reserves this phrase for claiming food, or a toy, or some other item that you have that he wants...even if you’re not quite done with it yet, like the fork you’re currently using to eat your food. So, I found it funny that he had found a new use for the phrase to express that it was finally his turn to be picked up by a parent. When she opened the door, he shot out of the room and leaped into my arms. It was an amazing feeling to be wanted and loved that much.