As we’re driving past a Harry Potter billboard, I hear Sutton from the back seat…

Sutton: “He looks like Daddy.”

Me: “Um… which one looks like Daddy, Honey?”

Sutton: “Him.”

Me: “With the glasses?  Is that why he looks like Daddy?  Sutton?  Which Daddy did you mean?  Me?  Are you saying I look like Harry Potter?  Hello?”

Sutton: “La la la… baby you’re a firework…”

Me: “Sutton?  Please tell me I don’t look like Voldemort.  Sutton…?”