“Daddy, she asked. "Why is the sky blue?” 
At that moment, he realised he didn’t need
to be omniscient.
“I don’t know,” he said. But look,
it’s a trick. The sea is blue
as well, isn’t it?”
They went down to the water’s edge and they scooped up some sea in their hands.
Her  tiny little palms pressed together. She squinted down. “It’s not blue, daddy. It’s like the
water from the tap!”
And in that moment, they both grew.
