I love shoes. Brown shoes. Purple shoes. Shoes with heels. Shoes with polka dots. Shoes made from leather. I’m not picky. Just give me shoes!
I could chew on them all day long. They don’t even have to be empty. I’ll happily chew on them if you’re wearing them. I just ask that you don’t move too much.
(Disclaimer from Lainey’s parents: We do not endorse this. We take them away from her constantly. She still finds them, though. It’s very strange.)