When Older Daughter was two, she had the most wonderful party shoes for her birthday. She cried when I was putting her to bed the night of her party. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, so I asked, "Why are you crying, out of the blue?" "I don't want to take my party shoes off," was her lament. So she didn't. Off she went, in her pajamas and party shoes, into the crib for the night.
I still love those baby toes.