Compost

I wish I had a picture, but I do not.  A couple days ago, Cayden was in the kitchen area of the playroom, working very hard on something, and I was trying to get him to help clean up the toys. I asked him to put away the toys, and was getting frustrated that he was not working as fast I would like.  I went to help him empty our play cookie jar (which was completely full of random toys, and no cookies) and he immediately got very upset, and I couldn't figure out why.  I thought he was saying something about compost, but surely I was just not able to understand what he was saying. After trying to put the toys away again, he kept saying this is my compost, and getting very angry with me. He then picked up a piece of play fruit off the floor and asked if it could go in his compost . . .  I told him yes, and then began to wonder who taught my child how to compost.  I know it was not me, and I am pretty sure it was not Keir.  A few hours later, it came to me....I think Curious George taught Cayden about composting.  It is amazing what kids remember!