Cookie's kindergarten is hatching chicks as a class project. Inevitably, some of the embryos don't survive, making it necessary to include the subject of death/dying as part of the lesson plan.

Heavy, yes. But it's a Catholic school, and I kind-a like the fact that they're tackling the difficult subjects head-on.

So the teacher asked the students to think of an experience they may have had with death and draw a picture of how they felt. When we first saw Cookie's drawing we thought he'd sketched out a pretty beat-up-looking corpse. Though somewhat alarmed, we laughed uncontrollably. Then he explained to us that no, that was him, being sad because some of the chicks died.

Awww.

Then for the rest of the night he chased Mojo around the house screaming mirthfully, "You want a dead embryo?!"