I haven't told you a school story in a while, so I thought you might like this. We are studying life cycles in science right now. Today we were talking about eggs and animals that hatch. I was reading a book about the life cycle of chickens. The book had stated that eggs need to be fertilized in order to grow into a chick. I reinforced that to make sure they knew we didn't eat baby chickens for breakfast. One of my little guys asked me what fertilized means. I had to tread carefully. There is a very vocal minority of parents that are very religious and very conservative. I explained that eggs only have half of the stuff that is required to make a baby chicken. Fertilization gives it the second half of what it needs. As I said this I was praying to everything that was holy, that he wouldn't ask me how fertilization happens. I really didn't feel like dancing around the birds and the bees with 6 and 7 year olds.
Much to my relief, my answer seemed to satisfy the little ones and I powered through to the next page and didn't look into their little faces to check.
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