Marty at his finest

My son has recently boycotted clothing. Any fun outing - trip to the playground, pool, friend's home, etc., is met with much enthusiasm until the caveat of required clothing is mentioned. Then, all bets are off about leaving the house as I spend hours chasing him around to get him dressed. Here's an example of Marty at his finest:



Marty is now 32 months old and so smart and fun. Tonight, my parents (Papa and Gagi) picked him up for a short visit. Marty could not have been more thrilled when Papa rang the doorbell and pretty much ran out the door - fully dressed, incidentally. Mom called around 7:00 to see if it was ok for Marty to spend the night (even tho they both have to work tomorrow). It seems that during dinner, Marty asked for a bath and then proclaimed, "It's Gagi's turn!" Marty is a hard one to turn down, and my parents have no will power in that area. So Rob and I are home alone and free to eat Wendy's for dinner!