Shoes, shoes, shoes...

Carter is currently obsessed with shoes. Wearing them. Carrying them. Pointing them out in a crowd ("boots!" "shoes!"). It would be really cute if I could actually find my shoes when I need them...like not find one slipper in between the washing machine and dryer and then the other slipper on top of the toilet in the guest bathroom (at least it wasn't IN the toilet like my straightening iron...)

But it keeps him happy, so what am I supposed to do? And of course, now I have some excellent blackmail pictures for later!