He doesn't quite understand repurposing

Apparently, in The Boy's UPK class, they are learning about recycling, up-cycling, and re-purposing. Big words for kids that are 4 and 5. When The Boy told me about it, I nodded and said "that's great, it's important to cycle and repose," having no clue what the hell he was talking about.

Flash forward two hours later, and it sort of just "became clear" what he was talking about, even though he doesn't quite understand re-purposing yet.

Imagine if you will.....Mommy's downstairs collecting laundry from the machine. She comes upstairs and finds a plastic vinegar container in her kitchen. Not unusual. However, this one was empty, and had been put in the recycle box for Wednesday's pick-up.

Now the plastic jug was in the middle of the kitchen, with the plastic top off of it, thrown on the kitchen table. No child in the near vicinity.......

I moved jug to the table to photograph it.

I walked closer to it, and peek into the jug. It's filled with cheerios, oyster crackers, and lint.

Cheerios, Oyster Crackers, and lint.

WTF?

I call to my little angels "oh kiddies, what the hell is this thing in the middle of the kitchen?" Little Miss walks in and shrugs her shoulders, then puts on the attitude face, and the hand onto the hip, throws a thumb over her shoulder "bet he knows something about it."

The Boy comes slowly into the kitchen, smiles, grabs his jug off the floor, and says to me with amazing pride "I'm cycling, 'cause it's good for the 'vironment."

I look at Little Miss, she looks at me, we both look at The Boy, and out it comes "Do you mean RE-PURPOSING?" He nods so hard I think his head will fall off his neck.

"I think you're confused, little man. Picking up trash off the floor, and filling a jug, isn't exactly what people meant by re-purposing."

He just smiles, big and bright, with his jug in his hand "Uh-huh. I didn't want the cheerios, or crackers, so the jug is acting like my belly."

Normal moms would probably chuckle, I immediately asked "And why's the lint in there?"

Little Miss piped in "Mommy, sometimes it's better not to ask certain questions." And walked into the living room to enjoy her shows, and snack.

The Boy was about to answer me, and I kind of figured I should take my daughter's advice, so I told him "You know what, I don't need to know. Take your jug and go."