I was chatting with Therese about her swimming lessons. Just to prompt some conversation, I asked Therese how many kids are in her swimming class. (There are four. A couple three-year-olds, a two-year-old, and Therese who just turned four.)
Her response is a classic:
"Well, let's see [she says, while counting on her fingers]... There's one... that's the boy who licks us. There's two... that's the little girl who kisses me. There's three... that's me. And there's four... That's the good little boy who is a not a licker or a kisser."
There you go. Swimming lessons are apparently cozy with the preschool set. Too funny.