A fellow shoe enthusiast?

Cole plays a lot in the hallway between our bedroom and bathroom. It's lined with dual full-length mirrors and he has a blast there. I can say that it's the one fully baby-proofed space in our apartment, providing the closet is closed. So far anyway - I have to get more plug covers and baby bumpers and possibly replace our cheap and pointy $29 IKEA coffee table with an ottoman.

It was only a matter of time, though, before he realized that behind the mirrors there are a multitude of Mama's shoes. Not plain old runners and wellies, but shiny, delicious shoes! In boxes! With crinkly tissue! Some of his favourite things... He munches on his own shoes, but I kept him from doing that to mine in the interest of (a) safety for him and (b) safety for the shoes! He tore through the low-hanging fruit before I pulled him away. I'm trying to balance letting him explore stuff that he is interested in with stopping him when things become too dangerous for my liking...

In all fairness, he seemed as enamoured with the boxes as he was with the shoes, and that is the opposite for me...