My two-year-old daughter is coming to have a very healthy respect for life and death, as well as farm life. We recently had a rooster day where we processed 9 roosters, so we've been having them for dinner occasionally. Recently, my daughter and I had the following conversation while eating chicken dinner. Her: Is that a chicken? Me: Yes, it is. Her: What kind of chicken was that? Me: That was an Australorp rooster. Her: Oh... is that a *dead* chicken? Me: Yes, it is dead, sweetie. Her: Oh... Who killed that chicken? Me: Dad and I killed that chicken so we could eat it for dinner. Her: Oh... That chicken is delicious!!! Thank you for dinner, chicken!! That last part was my favorite... "Thank you for dinner, chicken" I think that's something we should say everytime we eat dinner!