Monday, August 17, 2009

We're soft, we really are...

So, on sunday afternoon, we had to go out and buy a baby gate. You know, one of those aluminum things that bolt on to the wall, make it impossible for a toddler to escape, and require four hands and three feet for an adult to open.

Anyway, while looking at the gates in question, we
 put Toby down on the floor of the baby shop, and he made a beeline for this... thing.

I'm not sure how to describe it. It's kinda like a table. With lights. And levers. And music. And attached toys that squeek and rattle. And did I mention the music? Loud, loud, music. Annoying music with whistles and sound effects throughout.

And he loved it.

And so, we bought the damn thing.

I shudder to think what's going to happen when he's 17 and wants a Porsche...


  1. You ARE soft.

    Hey, can I have a porsche? And a pony?

  2. Don't know about a pony, but I've got a slightly used Kelpie I could probably send your way for a few weeks...



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