Yesterday Lucian and I went to the grocery store together and I picked up a yummy rotisserie chicken since the whole family loves them. On the way home this was our conversation:
Me: Lucian, we have to get home so we can eat our chicken. Daddy and Warren are waiting for us.
Lucian: Mommy, does it have bones? Do I get to touch the bones?
Me: Yes, the chicken has bones and you can touch them.
Lucian: What sound does a chicken make?
Me: They cluck. It kind of sounds like this: brrk, broock, broock, brk-ooock
Lucian: Does our chicken do that?
Me: Well, honey, I’m sure it did before but it won’t anymore.
Lucian: Why doesn’t it do that anymore?
Me: Honey, our chicken isn’t alive anymore.
Lucian: Why is our chicken not alive?
Me (grasping): Because it dies before we cook it and this chicken is already cooked.
Lucian: Why did it die?
Me (gulp): Because someone killed it so that we could eat the chicken for food. Chicken is very good for us and will help you grow.
Lucian (pondering this): Oh.
Ugh. I really love having open conversations with Lucian and I don’t ever want to lie to him. But I’ll admit I was put on the spot with his questioning and wondering the proper way to handle it. Lucian is very smart and always curious and I knew that if I bypassed the question he would just ask it in a different way later. I don’t ever want to discourage him from being inquisitive.
Has your child every asked you something you weren’t exactly sure how to answer?