Conversation with my red-haired sister, who was visiting from out of town:
Sister: Hey, I haven't seen With-a-Why's glasses yet. Didn't you tell me he wears glasses now?
Me: Well, he mostly wears them at school.
Sister: I want to see what he looks like in glasses. I bet he looks cute.
Me: I think he is self-conscious about the glasses.
Sister: Why would he be self-conscious?
Me: Because when he puts them on, everyone always says the same thing.
Sister: What? Not something mean, I hope? Are kids being mean?
Me: No, nothing mean.
Me: But even at the eye doctor's, everyone kept saying it. He is sick of everyone saying it.
Sister: What are you talking about? What do they say?
Me: You'll see.
Me: (to With-a-Why) Go get your glasses and put them on.
With-a-Why is a quiet serious child, with pale skin and beautiful big eyes. His dark hair is always messy and standing straight up. He pulled the glasses out of his bookbag and put them on.
Sister: Oh, my God! He looks like Harry Potter!