In an effort to better understand, I sat on my kitchen floor and examined my uber fascinating kitchen trash can. Here's what I came up with, but I'm eons away from being 14 months old, so who knows how on track I am here. If only my son would talk and tell me. :)
It has wheels so it moves when he pushes on it, just like his cars and trucks do. So it's a toy. Right?
It's tall, so he can use it to pull himself up.
It is hollow, so it makes a nice pounding sound when he bangs on it. Or kicks it. Or tries to knock the whole thing over if it's recently been emptied. It's a giant drum (if only he knew what drum was)!
It has a lid that lifts up and flops back down, sometime smashing his fingers, but he doesn't seem to care that it's biting him. He loves playing the 'up, down' game, and the lid does just that. It goes up. And it comes back down.
But most importantly, and this is what I think fascinates him the most, stuff goes in...and it disappears. I can practically see him spinning his wheels as he tries to figure out why we put stuff in there and walk away. He puts toys in his toy bin and immediately takes them out again to play with them - the concept of cleaning up is one that he still needs to learn. Maybe he thinks we forgot to take the trash out after we put it in there and he has to go over and help take it out for us so we can play with it? If only, my son, if only that were the case.
He is so curious right now. He is at that age where every.single.thing is utterly fascinating.
Fuzzy on the carpet, AMAZING!
String at the seam of your shirt? AMAZING!
Rogue piece of paper from the shredder? AMAZING!
The price tag on his new toy. AMAZING!
The safety label on his changing table. AMAZING!
His belly button? AMAZING.
So, I guess, to a 14-month-old...why not a trash can?
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