And then I´m flipping through my daughter´s homework and smacked up alongside the head with "Gee--we aren´t in Indiana anymore!"
Check out the illustration for a first grade test on life cycles:
Just in case you aren´t seeing what I saw, double-click on the picture. Check out the top left corner.
Yep, that´s a dead chicken.
And not just a cartoon of a dead chicken--nope, that´s a photograph of a real, dead chicken. (I just about wrote, "a real, live, dead chicken." But that´s the point. He is most certainly NOT alive.) If I look close enough, I think I can see flies buzzing around it.
Now, I´m not one to shy away from the realities of life. Ever since Clara has been old enough to ask questions, she´s been well aware of where our food comes from. A few years back, she was also fixated on the idea of death, or at least the realization that everything does come to an end, sooner or later.
My sweet, little, six-year-old, whose head is filled with rainbows and puppies and glitter-filled hearts gets to stare at the grizzly remains of a chicken for her school work.
Welcome to Mexico. We don´t shy away from reality here.
Death is part of the life cycle. And well--this is what it looks like.
However, being a sheltered midwesterner whose culture is generally in denial of the reality of death, the thoroughness of the diagram took my breath away a bit.