Okay, so last night Katie and I were laying in bed and trying to go to sleep. Well, at least I was trying to go to sleep, Katie as usual would not quit talking. I kept telling her it was time to sleep now, time to stop talking, she would be quiet for 30 seconds or so and then start telling me some new story. I was half dozing, half watching a rerun of the Cosby Show, so I wasn't really listening to Katie's chattering. After all, it was past her bedtime, and to be fair, she really doesn't ever stop talking. Then she tells me that they have an incubator in the classroom so they can hatch chicks. I could tell she was pretty excited about it so I figure maybe if I let her tell me about the chicks then she'd be quiet and go to sleep. So she's telling me all about the incubator and she started talking about last year when they hatched chicks in 1st grade. She said they were so cute and it was so much fun...well except when one of the kids STEPPED ON ONE OF THE BABY CHICKS AND SQUISHED IT! I said, "Oh my god Katie why didn't you tell me about that before?" She just shrugged and continued to tell me the story. Apparently this particular little chick was named Nathan, she said Nathan got squished cuz Logan stepped on him and the teacher had to rip a page out of the phone book to pick up the chick and clean up the mess. I asked her if the kids cried when it happened. She said they were all sad but no one cried except Logan, the one who stepped on the chick. Wow...kinda traumatic for first grade huh?...one more reason I think I need to find her a therapist...