Yesterday was not one of my best days. I inadvertently facilitated the death of two of my friend's chickens and Monica was there to witness the event. Not exactly what I had in mind for Monica's first "circle of life" lesson. She was a little disturbed at first, ("Mama, the chicken is broken!") but she's also talking about going to see the new chickens when they arrive. At least three year olds are pretty resilient. I think Reenie's comment sums it up best: C'est la vie!
RIP Frances and Geraldine.