Imelda

Colin has developed a love of shoes bordering on obsession.

When we're dressing him he holds up his foot and says "shooo" so you can put on his sneakers.
If his shoe falls off during the day he urgently says "shoo! shoo! shoo!" until you put it back on.
If he sees mom and dad's shoes in the front hallway (a bad habit of ours) he will pick up the pair (always a pair, never a single shoe or a mismatch) and carry them over to us to be put away.

But the real obsession point is his newest shoes.  A pair of neon orange Crocs.  The kid is MAD for these things.  The first time I brought them out for him his eyes lit up, he sat down and immediately held out his foot (a la Cinderella) waiting for me to adorn him with his new footwear.  He then just stood there, gazing down in amazement at his feet.  Too enthralled to even walk.  He finally took a few steps, then just looked lovingly down at his feet again.

Now every time we put them on he is visibly overjoyed.  Positively gleeful at his ridiculous, neon-orange, foamy-rubber shoes.

If he isn't wearing them but sees them on the floor he will pick them up and carry them around - and if he's barefoot will work to coerce the nearest handy adult to put them on.  They're still a (little) big, so he isn't entirely coordinated while wearing them, but he couldn't care less.  He just loves these things.

I starting to think I'm raising the second coming of Imelda Marcos!