The girl loves shoes, just like her mother.

Cosette loves to dress up. One corner of her room is dominated by a trunk which is overflowing with dress up clothes, costumes, and princess outfits. She also loves to play with my stuff, particularly my jewelry and my shoes. It is not uncommon for me to walk into my room and see shoes scattered everywhere, or to hear "stomp stomp stomp" as she tries to walk in my high heeled boots (which, on her, cover her entire leg- if there was a way to fasten them, she'd have pants). One day, though, she surprised me by picking up after herself, neatly putting the shoes back in the rack (and throwing the overflow in a big heap in the closet.)

The next morning, I went to get a pair of shoes, and this is what I saw:


Hmm. I wonder if those come in my size?