Ready, aim, fire

Trace has become fairly well acquainted with our kitchen trash can. Ask him to put something that's actually trash in the receptacle and he looks at you and takes off with the dirty diaper like you've given him gold. Now, anything that's NOT trash ... well. Books, toys, you name it have been slam dunked through the can's swinging door. Until we make a little progress with the what's what distinction, we'll be left rummaging.