The children of the clouds

So my daughter was asking me about the children "up there" this morning. Took me ages to realise she didn't mean on the roof of the car, but in the clouds. She insisted these children live in the clouds and she was worried that they were thirsty, but could maybe drink rain water (which I suggested and which made her happy). I asked where the children had come from and she said they used to live in homes with their mummies and daddies, and now they live in the clouds with the other children. Such a lovely and random conversation. I love the minds of my little people.