A grandmother and a little girl whose face was sprinkled with bright red freckles spent the day at the zoo. The 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 boy in the line cried.
Embarrassed, the little girl dropped her head. Her grandmother knelt down next to her. ‘I love your freckles,’ she said.
‘Not me,’ the girl replied.
‘Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles,’ she said, tracing her finger across the child’s cheek. ‘Freckles are beautiful!’
The girl looked up. ‘Really?’
‘Of course,’ said the grandmother. ‘Why, just name me one thing that’s prettier than freckles.’
The little girl peered into the old woman’s smiling face. ‘Wrinkles,’ she answered softly.