What’s Prettier than Freckles?
An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright
freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their
cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.
“You’ve got so many freckles, there’s no place to paint!” a girl in the line said to
the little fella.
Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next
to him. “I love your freckles. When I was a little girl, I always wanted freckles,”
she said, while tracing her finger across the child’s cheek. Freckles are
beautiful.”
The boy looked up, “Really?
“Of course,” said the grandmother. “Why just name me one thing that’s prettier
than freckles.”
The little boy thought for a moment, peering intensely into his grandma’s face
and softly whispered, “Wrinkles.”