A Trashcan?

For a while our dishwasher became a collector of odd things. The shortest one decided that it was his personal garbage receptacle. We would find fruit snack wrappers, cereal bar wrappers, whatever garbage he could get his hands on. He had yet to figure out how to open doors, so this was the easiest place for him to dispose of trash. I suppose we should have been grateful that he would "throw stuff away," but occasionally (like when my hubby would run the dishwasher) we wouldn't find the wrappers or whatever until after the dishwasher had been ran. In those cases we were left with a bit of a mess. Still pretty stinking funny.

A couple of months ago he discovered how to open doors. It's been downhill since then. He's great at bringing me fruit snacks to open, terrible at throwing them away. :)