first date jitters

So, my son went on his first date the other night. At ten months old.

I have to say that Marty is already quite the romantic fellow. Little Alyssum was just hanging out in her rocker when Marty crawled over and started escorting her all around the Brams' living room. He pushed her from one side of the room to the other, and back again, all the while gazing lovingly into her eyes.

But don't worry--I was there to chaperone along with his date's mother, so we made sure nothing fishy was going on. Though this picture seems to find them looking awfully suspicious:

But whether he behaved himself or not, I'd say my son is pretty much in love. And he picked the right girl--we've been talking about setting him up with Alyssum since the day they first met, even calling her parents, Matt and Sarah, his future in-laws. Arranged marriages are still legal in the US, right?

Now we just have to work on teaching him how to hold her little hand.