The Concept of Dead

"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.