Like everyone I personally know, I was under the impression that there are four seasons.
Boy, did I learn a lesson today.
I was following along our Reading Mastery language script which calls for the recitation of various facts. So I posed the thought provoking question: "How many seasons are there?"
To which 17 sweet voices replied, "Four!" and one indignant voice sounded off: "Five!"
I queried a second time to the same results, then a third, which is why I had to ask my small friend who kept insisting there are five seasons to clarify her thinking:
"Yuh-huh, Ms. Foster! There are five seasons!"
"And they are...?"
"Winter, spring, summer, fall and flu."