It was a rainy day, Thomas was in the kitchen having coffee while little Charles ate biscuits and bread and butter while drinking hot chocolate in his little cup. The little one chewed happily, chocolate time was his favorite along with story time before going to bed. The little one's short legs moved back and forth tenderly, the 4-year-old was far from reaching the floor in a sitting position. After eating, Charles went to his room to get his little yellow pilot, put on his rain boots and ran to the entrance of the house, where his father was waiting for him with a dark coat, rain boots, an umbrella and his classic beret.

"Just for a little while, I don't want you to get sick, okay?" He said sweetly and firmly as they went out to the porch of the house and walked hand in hand towards the sidewalk.

"It's raining daddy! It's raining!" Charles giggled sweetly, stretching his little hand out of the umbrella to feel the rain. Thomas let go of Charles's hand and the little boy began to play, jumping in the puddles of water, laughing, watching everything happily. While Thomas watched him.

"Uh oh..." Charles muttered, staying still, with a grimace of guilt and innocence on his face. He had mud on his hands since he had started playing by throwing balls around, but one had accidentally ended up on the skirt of your dress as you walked there. And his tender blue eyes looked at you with guilt and sweetness. Since you lived in the house besides them, you were used to the little Charles naughty cute side and the little one often ended saying sorry to you.