If I were to say he is obsessed with shoes, I would not be exaggerating. He loves his own shoes; he loves his mama's shoes. He even loves complete strangers' shoes. In fact, he's recently started greeting people by going up to their shoes, pointing, and saying, "Shoes! Shoes! See?"
He's also really into organizing shoes. I don't let him play in my closet anymore because boyfriend did a number to my rows of shoes in there. So now he's limited to the shoes he finds around the house. And that doesn't seem to bother him.
He packs all his shoes up in his walker and carts them around the living room like a shopping cart. He stops at the stairs and lines the shoes up. He takes each shoe, one by one, and attempts to put them on his feet. he gets a real thrill when he gets on of my shoes on his foot.
He will carry on in this way until he finds the only thing more exciting than shoes: cars. And when he gets his hands on a car? We're talking full-on car noises and crashes.
Shoes and cars. That's what makes this boy happy.
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