Still a Prophet

After Church today a young mother came up to me and asked if her son, about 2 years old, had been making eyes at me during Sacrament Meeting. They were sitting across the aisle and about 3 rows ahead of us. I said yes he was. She said that he had told them that he saw our Prophet sitting just over there. This is not the first time I have been mistaken for a Prophet. Several other children have also said the same thing. We thought it was because of some slight resemblance to President Hinckley - both bald, both gray fringe, both wearing glasses, etc. This one is too young to remember President Hinckley, however. It's nice to be thought of in such illustrious company, but a bit daunting to make sure I don't damage their reputation in some child's estimation.