Below is a cute poem we found in my mom's poetry file. Norah might have been inspired by it, because I caught her wearing her dad's shoes a little while after we read the poem, so I snapped a picture of her. It looks like we planned it, but I swear we didn't.
My father has a pair of shoes
So beautiful to see.
I want to wear my father's shoes.
They are too big for me.
My baby brother has a pair
As cunning as can be.
My feet won't go into that pair.
They are too small for me.
There's only one thing that I can do
Till I get small or grown.
If I want to have some fitting shoes
I'll have to wear my own.