Don't even ask!

I have no idea why, I still don't know why. While Terry was home with Hazel Friday morning there was a pink little surprise given her by our neighbour girl, Carolina. I guess that Carolina had come home with a baby chick Friday morning and when she saw Hazel outside swinging with her dad she really wanted to go show it to her. As they were looking at the fuzzy pink chick, Terry could hear her asking her mom if she could give it to Hazel. Terry politely refused many times (or so he told me) but to no avail. The fuzzy pink chick was now Hazels. When I got home at lunch I wasn't sure which question to ask first; why do we have a chick in our house, or why is it pink? The first question was just answered, then second remains a mystery. Apparently they bought two chickens for 5 pesos (approximately 15 cents). That still doesn't explain why it's pink.