One of Odessa's My Little Ponies got chewed up on the legs by a visiting canine a while ago. We hid it from her and she hasn't missed it much- until yesterday. She was crying about not having a pony collection anymore. I thought a damaged pony was better than no pony, so I pulled it out. Not so. Hysterics ensued. I finally calmed her down with 2 bandaids to cover the mangled hooves of the pony. Several small plastic chunks are missing.
Today in the car she was ruminating that when the dog who chewed on the pony started feeling sick, she would have to have surgery to remove the pieces from her stomach (this has been months now) and then they would take the pieces and make something else out of them (like all good plastic- it would get recycled, right?).
I had to explain that the dog probably just pooped out the pieces and they got thrown away in the garbage.
Odessa: So it would go to the compost?
Me: No, dog poop can't be composted, it would go to the garbage.
Odessa: What do they do with garbage?
Me: Ummm . . . . nothing really
Odessa: It doesn't get recycled?
Me: No.
Odessa: Where does it go?
Me: Into a big pile called a landfill or dump.
Quiet for minute . . . .
Odessa: (under her breath) Sounds like littering to me.
A few minutes after that she came around the idea of a big pile of garbage and how fun it would be to sled down it because of course it would be slippery.
And that started a whole new conversation . . .
2 comments:
She is a brilliant child! So smart! Get's that from her parents. I don't think my kids know what a landfill or dump or littering or recycling is!
The next generation will save us! Love it!
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