Height of Innocence

A child is always a child, innocent and so pure. Even amidst their mischief, innocence sparkles like a treasure chest.
Tia’s favorite bedtime game is hiding under the quilt and then when her father enters the room, the pretend game begins.....Then, I ask her father to check out if Tia is in the other room. By the way, the interesting point, when her father asks “Where’s Tia?” It is always she who answers, “Tia is not here.” The enjoyment she derives from this game is immense.
The other day too the game was on, the only thing was I was a little tired. She yelled, “Mamma, why don’t you tell father that I am not here” she kept continuing. “Tell deuta (father) I am not here.” How innocent children can be.