It all began the Monday Mrs. Fibonacci said, “You know, you can think of almost everything as a math problem.” After that, everything was a problem. You wake up in the morning and start adding your shirts and counting your teeth and wondering how many flakes are in your cereal bowl. You get on the bus, and it’s as if there are five kids on the bus, and then five more get on, and then five more get on, and then, “True or false? What is the bus driver’s name?” There’s just no end to it.