The other night at dinner my 4 year old son informed us that he was a recycling center. Um, okay son can you explain how that is?
The machines, fork and spoon, move the material into my mouth. My mouth is the yard. My teeth are the crusher that makes the material smaller to go down the conveyor belt, throat, to the recycling center, my tummy. Then my tummy takes the material and recycles it to make my body strong.
Well he has the concept down.
We stopped there in the digestive process, thank goodness. The rest his daddy can teach him.