I am horribly monolingual.
Bob and I spent six years living in married student housing at Indiana University/Bloomington while he was working on his degree, with three little girls in tow, and thus we were surrounded by many cultures. My dad used to say we lived in a mini-UN. Our eldest had a map of the globe on her wall, and since our kids attended the university elementary school, we realized that she knew children from every continent save one (Antartica—does anyone actually live there? BRRRrrrr!) Continue reading “Not just the click of a button”