Global awareness. Compassion. Gratitude. These were the intended lessons to the discussion.
We were talking about how some children in the world get their food by digging through garbage. Families wait at the city dump for the next load to come in then race the birds for the choicest scraps. I was hoping that somehow I could convey the seriousness of this issue to my then-3-year-old.
Me: How would you like it if you had to find your food out of the compost?
3-year-old: I would NOT like it!
Me: Why?
3-year-old: Because I don’t like rotten food! . . . or soup.
3 comments:
LOL, or soup.
You don't necessarily have to go to the city dump though, just the dumpsters behind grocery stores, usually first thing in the morning is when they toss out the "past date" stuff. And it's usually good for at least another week. And eventually things don't taste stale either.
The scene I described was passed on by someone who saw such living in Central American countries. Abby, have you dumpster-dined before?
It's how I grew up! Mind you I avoided the actual dumpster diving as best I could. Especially since my mom's favorite spot was across the street from my elementary school.
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