A funny thing happened on the way to school.

I didn't know any English when my parents enrolled me in kindergarten in Reno. But apparently I could still boss them other kids around no problem. My teacher sent me home with a report card that said, "Very talkative. Needs to learn to share."

She told my parents I talked a lot, but just not in English. And it didn't seem to matter to me that the other kids didn't understand what I was saying. They just knew not to get in the way when I was playing house, and that my jibber jabber meant, "You, do this. You, do that." And, "Don't touch those red blocks."

I wonder what kind of kindergartener Emmy will be. It's still a ways off but it's funny how having a kid sparks random memories of when you were little.