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...