Shoes?

What is it with shoes? Luke absolutely loves shoes. He throws them, hides them, tries to eat them…it never ends. When I leave the door open to the garage to go get something out of the deep freeze, he throws my shoes out the door. And, of course when I put them back inside…he quickly throws them back out in the garage…laughing. It is so hard to be the “mean mommy” and say “no” and mean it when you just want to laugh…especially when he is laughing and obviously loving what he is doing. As my husband says, he can be a “knuckle head”. But a cute one.


Then when I try to load the dishwasher, he puts my shoes in the bottom rack of the dishwasher. Once again I take them out…but he quickly laughs and puts it back in. Is he trying to tell me something? Are my shoes stinky?

Other times he must think they are yummy, especially my bright pink galoshes. When he isn’t throwing these out the door or into the dishwasher, he tries to eat them. When I take those away, he tries to eat his own dark blue pair. What is it about the rubber? Or is he just mouthing the shoes like all his other toys? Who knows. It is just one of the many things I see him do and shake my head.