Not a Peep

Buttercup's preschool teacher continues to amaze me. Their science center? Learning the life cycle of the chicken.

She's four and already understands that first the chick has to grow in the egg and that it has to work really hard to hatch from it's shell.

And that the chicks are slimy when newly hatched and need to rest because they used so much energy "being born."

And when they dry off they start to get really fluffy.

And even fluffier. And when they are big enough, they can be adopted!

Mama! Isn't that just perfect?

She's enthralled.

Now I have to figure out how to explain to her there is no fucking way one of these little puff balls is coming home with us.