This little guy is in my Wednesday English class. He’s learning so fast and is so proud when I cheer him on.
He is also the one that comes to get our recycling every day or every other day. We have always separated out our recycling for the neighbors so that they can sell it as another income source. He learned pretty quickly where we keep it in the kitchen, so he comes in every day or two and asks to use the bathroom so he can walk by and see if there is any recycling for his parents. I feel like they have a deal that if he brings it back for them to sell he can pick one or two things to keep himself.
In an effort to promote honesty–that he wants the recycling and really doesn’t have to go to the bathroom–I’m teaching him the word “recycling.” If you’ve ever seen the Friends episode where Pheobe teaches Joey to speak French, it’s going quite a bit like that. I say “recycling” and he says some other random assortment of consonants. Oh, well.