"Mama, look! A lady bug!" Chloe comes running toward me, stroking the orange colored bug.
"Go put it outside." I'm only half paying attention because I'm eating breakfast and reading a health news article.
"But I can't! It's dead!"
Great, I think. "Well, put it in the garbage then." Logical? I think so.
"No, I think I'll put him outside so he can get better."
I don't think she understands the concept of dead.
Maybe this is why all my attempts to explain why certain things are very dangerous - e.g. keeping her car seat buckles buckled while we're in the car, or why she can't lean on her window screens - ultimately fail.