BTT: To Sir with Love and by “Sir”, I Mean Mom.

A while ago, I interviewed my readers for a change, and my final question was, “What question have I NOT asked at BTT that you’d love me to ask?” I got some great responses and will be picking out some of the questions from time to time to ask the rest of you. Like now.

Margaret asks:

Who taught you to read?

Long before I hit kindergarten, I had teachers who were everything from phlebotomists to engineers to artists. My family is and always has been very big on reading and the love of learning in general. It was never a forced activity but rather something we all shared, together. I remember reading my very first book, on my own, in kindergarten, but in order to do so, I had to learn the fine art of letter cooperation from my friends and family.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, that trend has remained, leaving me slightly sceptical of teachers and school since it always seemed that my parents knew more than any of my teachers and, let’s be honest, more than the general public.

As a random example, although, perhaps slightly off topic, recently, my stepdad was tagged in this cartoon on facebook:

I though it was hilarious! I showed it to everyone I came across.

Not even my husband got it.

I called my mom to lament my status as the world’s biggest nerd, thanks, mostly, to my family. She apologized, laughing. I said it was ok.

It reminds me of that time my sister gave me this shirt for Christmas and it was awesome but no one else laughed:

I mean, honestly, though? There’s not another group of nerds I’d rather be related to.