When B was little my friend M would take us out to eat, just B and M and I. The hostess would invariably look in confusion at my blonde, blue-eyed boy and then at my dining companion and ask M if he would like a highchair for his son? always with the question mark. I got a good laugh out of it. On the day these photos were taken my parents were visiting and we were around the corner from M's house so I called him up and asked him if he wanted to grab lunch with us. He showed up in a matching outfit to little B. Well, I do aspire for B to get his Uncle M's style sense, so I guess we we are on the right track.