Blessed innocence

I was reading an extremely abbreviated version of The Little Mermaid to my daughter last night when we came upon this last page. 

As I pondered what I might say about the adjoining picture, Clara said, “Look, Daddy. Ariel sleeping. Eric sleeping. Eyes closed.”

“Yes, Clara,” I said, quickly trying to reinforce the idea.  “You’re right.  They are sleeping.  Good girl!”

I know it won’t last long, but I’ll take every speck of innocence that I can get.