Why my son will never have problems getting chicks

There's something about sons. Especially the ones who are about to turn eight. Well, scratch that. Pretty much his whole life (well, after the first few months), my sweet boy has been just that - my sweet boy. His first smile? On Mother's Day.

It's very difficult to express to expectant mothers what it's like to be loved by a son. The closest I can come to describing it is that it's a lot like having a boyfriend when you're in preschool. Only multiplied by a million. Because boys have a fierceness about them, especially in how they love their moms. I've heard enough tales from other moms to know that my son isn't unique, at least not in that regard.

Fairly recent things my son has said to me, unprompted, that make me think he'll one day make a fantastic husband to some very lucky person:

1. Mom, you look prettier today than you've ever looked your whole life.

2. Mom, you're so pretty. You could be a fashion model. (This is what happens if you watch "America's Next Top Model" with kids in the room.)

3. Mom, I love you. (About 30 times a day.)

4. Mom, thank you for making dinner.


But what I saw this morning was enough to make me confident that this boy will never be dateless on a Friday night. (And a picture is forthcoming but not available quite yet....)

My son, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, with my daughter, sitting cross-legged facing him. The boy is strumming the guitar and singing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". My daughter (remember her? she's 9 going on 40, remember?) is transfixed.

Yes, my son became a rock star this morning.