An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings
A “Man” After My Own Heart
An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children where 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 little girl in the line said to the little boy.
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 tracking her finger across
the child’s cheek. “Freckles are beautiful.”
The little boy looked up, “Really?”
“Of Course,” said the grandmother. “Why just name one thing that’s prettier than freckles.”
The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma’s face, and softly whispered, “Wrinkles.”
Thanks Sue.
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