Shoe-lover

Mama had Ben in the car and they were going to the bank. She told hime that on the way home maybe they could go by Salvation Army. Ben quickly returns, "Yes, we should go there!" Then, in a dreamy almost wistful way he adds, "They have all kinds of shoes there!" It was the same awe-filled way one might discuss the riches of heaven!
Shoes definately are worth the world to him. No other customers were at Salvation Army, so Mama let him try on some of the shoes. Of course, he picked the high-heeled ones... He put on one pair, "um, these...these are too big...these are too big." The next, "These fit real nicely, yes, these fit me, Mama."
Full grown ladies' high heeled shoes fitting a two and a half year old? Mama din't buy them.
Ever since he was very young he's been able to help recite the poem:
High-Heeled Shoes

I like to wear my Mommie's shoes.
I mean the pair she doesn't use.

I pick the ones with highest heels,
You can't imagine how it feels

To walk around, go out the door,
Clump-clumping all across the floor.

--By Kate Cox Goddard