Ah Spring

At dinner last month, I told Michael that a woman at work was commenting on his beautiful eyes and wondering if he had a girlfriend. I know that he does not. However, I asked him if he liked any girls. No. Fidget. I asked him if any girls liked him. Yes. Two. Giddy. Giggling. I asked him what are the girls' names. Taylor and Sylvia. More giddiness. More giggling. Now Spencer is laughing too. In the midst of his giggling, Michael offers, "Spring. The season when a young man's fancy turns to love." And so it must be, because the next night at dinner, I discovered that Michael loves Sylvia and Sylvia loves Michael.