Henry is obsessed with living in a trash can like Oscar the Grouch. Every toy box gets emptied - toys piled on the floor - so he can "live" in the "trash can." Finally, in the interest of keeping the toys picked up, we bought him a real trash can. He was thrilled. He eats in it, sleeps with it beside the bed (which means I have to carry it up and down the stairs), and gets dressed in it. Should I be worried?
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