Dog Dish Delight

A portrait of my son's stubborness, curiousity, and single-mindedness:

We have two dishes of dog food in our kitchen.  Now, the kitchen and living room are pretty well baby-proofed, with the ONLY exception being the dog food.  And just about every.single.time we put Cole down to crawl, guess where he makes a beeline for?

Nope, not the lead-free, organic, BPA free, free trade wooden toy.  OF COURSE NOT!  That would be too easy, people! 

No, he goes straight in power crawl (laughing delightedly with himself the whole way, I might add) to the dog food.  The choking hazard in a dish.

Oh, and there's a water bowl there too.  Yup, a drowing hazard.  Also a dumping hazard, as we discovered earlier this week (AFTER Mama had already mopped for the day...it was hysterical).

Can someone tell me what is so fascinating with dog food?

And it's not even just the food part, although I believe that's the icing on the cake. (Choking and drowning hazards seem to be Cole's favorite activities.  Just throw in the possibility of electrical shock and it would be his FAVORITE THING TO DO EVER).  He made a beeline for the dog dishes this afternoon, even though they were empty, and played with them for half an hour.

So I thought, maybe he likes bowls?  So I gave him bowls to play with (with a whisk!  Cole ADORES whisks!).

Nope, straight back to the dog dishes.

Ok, maybe it's because the dog bowls are metal and shiny and make a cool (LOUD) banging noise.

So I gave him some metal pots to play with (with lids to make EVEN MORE LOUD NOISE!). 

And, he went right back to the dog dishes.

I guess I just have to face the fact that my son likes to play with dog dishes.  At least he's easily entertained.

And what the heck, my dogs need to go on a diet anyway.