Trash can, cool.

When Carter was cruising, he'd pull himself up on the trash can and check out the automatic lid.

But now that he's walking, he's using it. The other day I saw him throw a Lincoln's brush in the trash can. I looked and found the brush AND two white socks.

Yesterday, I caught him heading for the trash can with toys in hand.

Hm, Gotta put away the valuables- like keys!