Why do red ladybirds bring good luck? Why are there no white bats? Why are there no giraffes with a short neck? Why don’t the sun and the moon ever stop chasing each other but I have to stop playing?
There is an age during which children ask a lot of questions. Questions that we sometimes answer with the gentleness of a bull in a china shop.
The truth is that they need fuel for their imagination and we are the suppliers of trust that do not always feel like filling up the tank.
Children never stop asking themselves questions. We do. This is why they grow and we eventually come to a halt.