My Father said my first word[s] was
I have no reason to doubt this since that pretty much describes how it went.
Life, that is.
My Father also liked to drive and that trait was inherited through some twisted DNA quirk.
It was no surprise to anyone but me that on my receipt of a driving permit many boyfriends appeared, eager to take me driving in one of the new Chevrolet Impala V-8 Convertibles that were the ride of choice before The Father discovered BMW.
Please do not blame the PhDilettante; it is all in the genes...