That happens to me a lot with women

I smiled and her eyes lit up. Roger tried to get her attention, but she only had eyes for me.

"She's really interested in you," he said, sotto voce.

"That happens to me a lot with women," I replied, then burst into manic laughter. Roger didn't join me. Was my humor too subtle?

Her mother produced another ¼ teaspoon of strained carrots -- or maybe it was applesauce. When the spoon reached her mouth, she opened up and took it, to Mom's encouraging words.

Until they turn two, I should have said.