Malcolm at 16 months

*Note the socks.

He picked out his own socks today.  He took the cute little dino socks I picked out from my hands, tossed them behind his back and then carefully selected a red striped sock and tried to put it on his foot.  I tried to reintroduce the dino socks and he got mad.  Instead he went into his sock basket and chose a sock for his other foot.

My baby is all grown up.

(Except he still doesn't walk or talk, but other than that...)