This little snippet happened early on when we were all trying to figure out what lock down meant and if what we were living through was reality or some horrible nightmare. We’ve now realised we won’t be waking up, it’s real, but I feel this sums up the beautiful innocence of children.
A lady and her daughter who are now regulars were piling up their shopping on the counter. Piles and piles of goods. The mother was telling me how she simply can’t face going to the supermarket so our shop would be her shop for the duration. I thanked her for that.
The goods kept on stacking up and I commented on how helpful her daughter was being who was getting things she was asked to get and also packing everything into the bag once I’d totted up. I was extra thankful for this as my packing skills are beyond appauling.
The two of them were chatting away while shopping and the little girl said, “Mummy, can we please go to the park?”
My heart sank. How can you begin to explain to a little girl of no more than five years old.
“Sorry darling but the park is closed.”
“But that man is walking his dog on it so it can’t be closed,” she quite rightly replied.
“He’s allowed to do that.”
The girl’s confused expression made the whole situation even sadder and harder to understand. Oh, the beautiful innocence of children.
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