I asked Miles to put a trash bag into the kitchen garbage can. He was happy to locate the box of bags and attempt to insert one slick black sack into the can.

After struggling for a few moments, Miles accepted my help in opening the static-sealed sides of the Glad trash bag.

I walked away to close a hallway door, or bring a mug in from the living room, or something. This is what I found when I returned to the kitchen.

Miles couldn’t very well push the bag deep into the receptacle, due to ShortArmitis, a common affliction among children and very pregnant women, so he draped it (as if it were a tablecloth) lovingly all around the bin. He disguised our unsightly Wedgwood blue Sterilite trash can as a black shiny thing. And he was proud.