I carried Clay from the dryer to the living room in a bin full of clean clothes. He loves to throw everything out of the hamper anyways, so he had fun being IN the basket, too. His hair got a little crazy. Later that day I was working in the kitchen and found a pancake I had left on the counter from breakfast. It was dried out, so I threw it in the trash. Next thing I knew, Clayton was eating it. He must have seen me throw it out and went in to retrieve it. Geesh!