My 6-year-old and understanding death

My 8-year-old son, Tristan, came into the kitchen claiming that Norah, my 6-year-old daughter, ripped the head off his praying mantis. He was in a pair of blue cargo shorts and a blue Mario brothers t-shirt, his eyes a little misty.

“She just grabbed it and ripped it’s head off!” He said. “I told her it was mine, but she just ripped it off. You need to t…