It's beginning to look a lot like...

As I waited for The Husband to join me for lunch, a co-worker wandered over to say hello.

He:  Hey Roses!  Don't you look like a little prince!
Me:  Thaaaaat's nice.  (No, it isn't.)
He:  I'm just saying, with the long wool coat, your shoes with the buckles, and the boy haircut...
Me:  Y'know, the last time someone told me I looked like a boy, I chased him around Freshman English class and clobbered him with a book.
He:  (to The Husband as he put on his hooded coat and sunglasses) And you look like a felon!
Me:  You're starting to look like a victim.

***

Meanwhile, at home...

Younger Son:  Hey, Mother!  Hermione has your haircut!  (He means Emma Watson.)

Technically, I have her haircut.  She got hers cut first.
But, at least Hermione is a girl.
Thank you, son.