Anyone who has ever spent more than 15 minutes with me knows that I believe shoes on little children are of the devil. I get all squidgy when I see little toes that look like nothing so much as sweet peas lined up in a pod.
I will admit that some shoes are cute. For a minute or two, tops. But I want to see those sweet little feet.
Bare feet mean home to me.
On the other hand, baby feet zipped up in footie pajamas speak that word in a whole 'nother language.