The little kid peeked through his fist rubbing his eyes, which halted after hearing his father. He looked around, but couldn't find anyone aside from the small figures he couldn't even recognize from the distance.
His head then spun to Knox, his rounded eyes filled with innocence and bewilderment. Knox chuckled in amusement. He stood Knoa on the ground and settled his chin on his tiny shoulders, then he pointed at the gravestones before them.
"Knoa, these stones…are where your grandma and grandpa lie."
The kid's mouth opened, and a glint of horror passed on his face as he promptly looked back at his father and shouted, "Papa, grampa, gramma, buried?! We…stepping on them! Papa, why?!"
His hysterical reaction almost sent Knox to the ground laughing on his stomach. A child's ignorance of things sometimes is funny and adorable. He rubbed Knoa's back and cleared his throat to erase any trace of laughter in his voice.