This weekend I spent some time with my niece. We let her parents go shopping, and I, who have been dubbed "Fairy Godmother" came over to hang out, play with toys, eat, feed the floor, and generally see what kind of trouble can be found.
As soon as I walked in she was drawn to my shoes. They were my sequin flip flops (no heels for chasing baby), and she picked them up immediately. I let her play for a while, and then we moved on to playing with a stuffed dog, throwing pizza on the floor, and taking a walk to the park.
Then today I got an email from my sister with a photo, "What did you teach her about shoes when you were here?"
She's started pulling out all the shoes and playing with them, which apparently only happened since Saturday. And to my own amusement, according to the photo, the ones she keeps playing with are the Clarks. She's already developing higher-end taste. She probably didn't find any sequin covered shoes in there, but I know for a fact that Baby Girl rocks some pretty cool gold shoes when she goes out.
Sure, she can't walk yet, but she knows the importance of a good pair of shoes, and knows just how amusing they can be.
By the time she's five, she'll have a separate shoe closet.