I recently read a poem by Vailopilly Sreedaramenon. It showed how right innocent children are. The story of the poem is this-
A mother cries when she sees the first mangoes ripen on their mango tree. She cried not tears of joy, but tears of pain and sadness. She cried because, a few months back, when the first flower bunches came on the tree, her 3-year old son plucked a bunch of the flower and came to her. She, frustrated that the first flowers on the tree were plucked, scolded her son saying that he, who was supposed to rush to collect the mangoes once they ripened, was here plucking off the flowers. Her son, who had plucked the flowers in delight became sad and told her that he would not come to collect her ripe mangoes. He had fallen sick and died a few days back, And that was why she was crying.
This tell us that innocent children know everything, even if they don’t know how to express it directly.