Chicken

Last night our family was eating chicken, which is fairly common around my house since our youngest has lots of food allergies and chicken is safe! (I welcome any great chicken or pasta recipes that do not call for milk/cheese, soy, egg, or nuts, if you have any, by the way.)
Anna, our oldest daughter, loves birds. She was eating her chicken leg, but suddenly became concerned that the chicken had, in fact, been killed so that she could eat him.
After dinner she went off to work on a little drawing, which I didn't see until after she went to bed.

One one page, she drew several chickens in various stages of development. On the next page, she wrote:

EATEN
After a chicken grows up, he is killed and then eaten.

Wow, I thought. This must really bother her. So when she woke up this morning, I told her that not ALL chickens were raised just to be eaten; some are in charge of egg-laying. She said, "I know. But the ones who die go to chicken heaven, where they can peck in fields of gold, so it's OK."