Casanova

My six-year-old son hops into the car the other day and tells me, "Mom, I just want to let you know...the ladies find me very attractive." He draws out the word "laaydeeez" like some hairy-chested guy who wears strange-hued polyester with a zodiac medallion. My son, the kindergarten version of Leisure Suit Larry.

Then he proceeds to let me know how his two "arch enemies" are his girlfriends. Not only that, he says; there are girls who now argue about who gets to be his new girlfriend. "I like it when the girls fight over me," he says. "It makes me feel like I'm in a room full 'o love."


Oh, brother.