You have a deep-seated fascination with shoes.
From the time you first started crawling and would take any opportunity to assault footwear within your sphere of ambulation you have displayed an unusually over-developed affinity for shoes.
Now that you have shoes of your own (and having just started walking this week) you not only want to take them out of their boxes, taste, and play with them you very much want to put them on and wear them around. Yesterday you sat on my lap and I offered you a shoe to play with as a distraction. Instead of taking what I had practically shoved into your lap you raised a dainty foot, toe extended so I could put it on for you. Fitting, I suppose for the daughter of a couple who met in a shoe store.
Dad
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