Yup, we hatched out chicks in the classroom last spring. I don't know that I would call it a cute or cuddly experience, at least not for me. They all came out wet and wobbly, and some of them died.
But the kids gave the survivors names like "Zack" and "Ramsey Junior" and "Hercules." Here is a picture of the survivors sleeping, which is amazing in itself, because the smallest sound usually made them jerk their heads up and look around for fingers to peck. Because of this experience, chickens and eggs have taken a little different slant in my POV.
Do you like to eat chickens?
Do you like to eat eggs?
Do you like to watch things hatch?