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 rattl