The Joy of a Young Boy

G came to me tonight before bed and said excitedly, "Mom, I think I'm the luckiest boy in the whole world." I asked him why. He said, "This week I got two new brothers (our first placement as foster parents, N is 6 1/2 and B is 18 months), I'm helping hand (at school when it's your week to bring snack you get to be the helper each day also: line leader, passer outer of papers, etc), and I've got a loose tooth that's about to fall out." Pretty well wraps it up, doesn't it?