The Reader

Not long ago my dad, Chris, told me that he and my mom were watching old home movies and had a good laugh at my expense. While my younger siblings were being filmed doing cute kid things, the camera would pan over to me, sitting in a corner immersed in a book. This was sort of my m.o. during those years. To be fair, if you were in 3rd grade and had siblings that were just babies or toddlers, what's the alternative? I loved to read as a kid, I love to read now, and I think it's a hobby that has served me well. Ahem.

Then you have Dadam. He reads at family functions while everyone else is watching football. He reads on the commute to work (he's not driving, of course). He reads while the girls are at swimming lessons or baseball practice. He reads next to me in bed while I do homework. It's just his way, and I think it's a habit that has served him very well.

So what do you get when two book nerds have children? Something like this:

Was this a long trip to visit family or perhaps a photo from our summer road trip to Chicago, you ask? Ah, no. It was an 8-minute car ride from our home to a nearby restaurant.

She might be a pretty little nerd, but she comes by it honestly. And it will serve her well.