Some kind of Stinked

This morning, on the way to church, we were talking about one of the kids' favorite books, How Does a Dinosaur Clean Up His Room? Chloe said that dinosaurs can't clean up their rooms because they don't have rooms, "And there's no more dinosaurs anymore anyway," she added.

"Chloe, what do you think happened to them?" I asked.

"They all died," she said.

"What is it called when all of a certain kind of animal die?" I quizzed her.

She thought for a minute.  "I don't remember," she said.

I emphasized the pronounciation, "Ex-tinct," I said, trying not to elicit the response she ended up giving anyway.

"Oh yeah!  I knew it was some kind of stinked."