Over the summer, Martin has grown much taller.  So tall, in fact, that he can now reach anything in his room by using a stacked tower of toys, chairs and books.  Twice in the past few weeks, he's taken off all his clothes and selected outfits of his own.  Both times, he chose this dress shirt as the main attraction in the ensemble:

Here he is using a drill to adjust the air in my tires.  He did pretty well here, choosing a fine pair of khaki shorts and matching shoes.  So hip.

This is the outfit he chose on the morning Molly arrived (still thinking it was Molly the dog, not Molly Loomis).

Same shirt, TIE, and no pants.

I'm pretty sure he's been watching Pretty in Pink while I'm at work.

If he only had a sportcoat and some white pants, he could totally be Blaine.  See the same "I'm so put together I can wear this outfit to a richie party with my friends OR to the bar where your nada friends hang?" kind of look in their eyes?