We keep our shoes in baskets underneath our buffet.
For some reason Faith is fascinated by them.
Just about every morning she pulls a basket out and then climbs in.
Then she attempts to pick up the largest shoe she can find.
My tennis shoe is almost as big as she is.
Once Faith finally gets a good hold on her shoe of choice, she gives it a great big hug.
She is a daughter after my own heart. Although I don't actually kiss my shoes even though I adore them!