"Mommy," called out Short in that sing-song way that only five-year-olds can, "you put that paper towel roll in the trash. It can go in recycling. You need to get it out."
I had to smile. Not only had he inherited his Good Recycling Instincts from my side of the family (my sister is best friends with Al Gore's picture), but my darling son had obviously inherited his Bossy Ways from my gene pool, too.
I did as instructed, thus saving the paper towel roll from decades in the landfill and giving it a new life as, well, maybe another paper towel roll.
I leaned in and gave my son a hug. "Thank you for being green, Short. Good job!"
"Mommy, we're so green, we're blue."
I laughed. I had no idea what it meant, but I know a catchy slogan when I hear one. "Short, what does that even mean?"
He rolled his eyes (not to worry, I have been a victim of a kindergartner's eye rolling before), and replied, "If we say we're green, that doesn't really help anything, except maybe the clouds. But if you are blue! YES! The ocean is blue and helping the evironmentals really helps all animals including birds or turtles or Ninja warriors. Because The Earth is covered in 429% water. That means only about 1% is green. Now do you understand?"
I had to smile. I was proud of his explaining skills and his environmentalist attitude, but I was even prouder of his math skills.
Another gift from the MOV family DNA.