I am an okay-recycler. Sometimes. Most of the Costco two cases of Costco water bottles that come home with us from the store every week get recycled. Most of them get tossed in the blue bags in the garage for the fundraising kids to clear out when they come around the neighbourhood a couple of times a season.
But, I’ll toss the occasional straw in the trash. I’ll toss a plastic package into the trash, with cans, some wrap from the mail and other things that could be recycled. I’m okay, but I’ve never gotten a gold star on our green bin.
Watching me, making a lunch one morning, Olivia judged the crap out of me for my recycling, or lackthereof, habits.
Olivia: Why aren’t you going to recycle that?
Me: it’s fine, someone will sort it out
Olivia: NO! It goes a LANDFILL! GARBAGE GOES TO A LANDFILL
(We are getting dangerously close to where she’s going to wake up Violet and if she doesn’t she will sleep until at least 9 am because she was up until midnight”
Me: Okay, fine, removes the carboard from the garbage
Olivia: And those paper plates, they should go in the green one
Me: I draw the line at picking through trash that’s not from today.
This amazing little person reminded me that these little people, they watch everything. They see everything – and they know, a lot more than we give them credit for.
Also guys, there’s a huge pile of recycling in the garage that’s waiting for pick-up day. I guess you could say that I’m a reformed-bad-recycler, for now. I’m thinking the little recycling bin monitor will keep me in check though, they happen to do that.