
Jeanette’s dad was suspicious of Lex. “There’s something furtive about that guy,” he said to his wife after Lex picked their daughter up for a date. “He’s always on time, always so polite. What gives?”
“That’s because he’s a thoughtful young man,” said Jeanette’s mom as she chewed her spaghetti. “He wants to make a good impression. You could have learned a few lessons from him back in the day.”
“Well I’m glad you’re so easily impressed,” Jeanette’s father grunted. He reached for the salt.
“Lucky for you, I’ve always been easily impressed,” Jeanette’s mom. Her gentle barbs always came from the heart.
Meanwhile, Lex took Jeanette out for ice cream, where they got banana splits with an extra banana to go. He peeled it carefully and shared it with her as they strolled under the moonlight. Jeanette squealed with excitement as they passed by a freshly poured slab of concrete on the sidewalk.
“Don’t look,” said Lex as he used the flat wooden ice cream spoon to etch his devotion into the ground.
“True love means always sharing your banana,” he stood proudly to reveal his message.
Jeanette examined his work. “My name has one N, not two,” she said.
Some things are meant to last forever, while others fizzle.



