When Dylan was around a year old, I took him over to my brother's house. While he was snooping around the house, Dylan went upstairs to my brother's bedroom and came down with a shirt. He dropped it on the floor and went back upstairs and came down with my brother's girlfriend's bra. He dropped that on the floor and went back upstairs. This time he came down with both of my brother's slippers. With the slippers hanging from his mouth, he stared at us for a moment and brought the slippers back upstairs, came back downstairs without them, and laid down. I guess the odor from my brother's shoes was too much for him.