Not by his accomplishment, of course, but by his clothing choices.
Although, hello. His father's genes, and all.
He thought this was a perfectly acceptable outfit to wear into town, right down to his daddy's cowboy boots.
He went to our closet, got Hubs' old boots and put them on. Then got Hubs' new boots and took them to his daddy and said, "You wear deese, Daddy. I wear deese."