I don’t know why, but I love it when little kids appropriate phrases.

Today, my husband asked Matt how his swim lessons were. 

The general answer was, “GREAT!”

And then hubby made the mistake of asking about his classmates.  How many others are with him?

There was a dramatic eye roll and then, “Three.” He looked very irritated.

It appears there are two girls he doesn’t like, which is bizarre, because one thing you could say about Matt is that he loves people.  I think I hear him complain about once a quarter, and it’s very mild.

Today, it appears, the girls got a little too close for his comfort.

“They have NO idea about personal space.  They kept swimming right up against me when I was sitting on the wall.  They...they...[insert indignant near-shudder] popped my personal bubble.”