There is something about shoes and girls. Somewhere buried deep within in the female brain, there must be some gene complex that is constructed for the sole (no pun intended) purpose of identifying, collecting, and coveting footwear. And this passion starts early. Madison is already a bona-fide shoe freak. She loves them. If Heather brings home a new pair of shoes for her she needs to have them on her feet immediately. Not later. Not in three minutes when you get the tags off them. NOW. I am convinced that there is nothing happier than a girl with new shoes on, dancing on the floor in a wave of pure exuberant joy as she basks in the glory of footwear happiness.
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And that NEVER changes. My own closet floor is a testament to that!
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