I put a picture that Charlie had sorta made two weeks ago (he half-heartedly put a googely eye on a page someone else painted) in the recycling bin. He saw it pulled it out and said “Uh oh! This picture was in the recylcing. That is not good because it would get taken outside and then the trash men would come and pick it up and take it away and I would be sad and would have to cry.” So I said “Ok” and hung it on the kitchen wall.