Cinderella.

Story time.
I come walking downstairs, into the kitchen. Mind you, I am fully dressed and made up for the day.
Em: Mom! You look like Cinderella.
Me: Aww. Thank you sweetie. (big smile...what a sweet boy I have.)
Em: No mom. Not when she is going to the ball. The other times.
Me: Oh. (apparently my head got too big and he needed to bring me down to earth again.)