My son is 3 years old and already playing the field.  He has three girlfriends and speaks highly of all them – Monet, Olivia and Susannah.  But Monet holds a special place in his heart.  To him, she is his wife (his words, not mine).  We recently chaperoned a date between the two to his favorite pizza joint, Gaspares, in the Richmond district. The entire trip to and from the restaurant, they held hands in the back seat, giggled, kicked their feet and screamed AY! AY! AY! AY! to Vampire Weekend’s A Punk.