Innocence of children

I do a lot of reading and enjoy a wide range of subjects and try to alternate each book so that I don't get bogged down in one genre.  I have just read a historical novel set around 1135 and this is a section from it which, because I'm a softie and have a good imagination, I could picture this and found it very moving.

...A small boy was playing in a noxious puddle of rainwater and dung near the stable wall, leaping in and out of it, shouting loudly each time he made a splash.  He was perhaps five or six years old, and clad in a woollen tunic of bright blue and brown hood. he had removed his shoes and placed them neatly to one side of the water, but there was no redeeming his garments.  Will gave a broad chuckle and folded his arms. 'He's in trouble when his mother catches him,' he said.

'We buried his mother just before you arrived,' Adeliza replied. 'She was a leper at the hostel. I daresay he's given his nurse the slip. He's as swift as an elver.' She clapped her hands. 'Adam!' Her voice was peremptory.

He jumped at her shout and anxiety furrowed his smooth pale brow.  'I was only breaking up the sky in the picture,' he said in a high-pitched treble.

'Look at the state of you! Where's Hella?'

The child thrust out his lower lip. 'Don't know.'

'Why were you breaking up the sky?' Will asked.

'Because I thought I might look through it to heaven and see my mama again, ' he said. 'I can't break the sky with my hands because I can't reach it.'

I can picture a young child being innocent to do and say all the above.