Lucius looked down in dismay at his first-born son.
"Explain to me Narcissa, dear… Why have you got Draco wearing this frilly, lacey, silver lamé gown? He looks like an overdressed doll."
Narcissa rushed over and snatched up the baby out of his bassinet and clutched him protectively to her chest.
"He does not look like an overdressed doll! It's the latest fashion in infant robes this year," she exclaimed a little too defensively.
Lucius groaned and walked out of the room, hoping she hadn't spent as much on that atrocious outfit as he suspected.