“Amma – why isn’t appa home yet” asked my daughter while we were reading her bedtime story last night. I answered her saying her father was held up at work. When she persisted, I explained that her father had a bug, and that was why he was late.
“Then he should run away right? Ms Chato said if you see a bug, you must run away! Is it a snake or a small bug?” (Ms Chato is her teacher)
I did not explain that running away from a bug in a software engineering department is not going to bring you any accolades in your career.
I laughed, and enjoyed the sweet fragrance of innocence that the scent of childhood bears.