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 and said, "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, peered intensely into his grandma's face, and softly whispered, "Wrinkles." A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like.   "We used to skate outside on a pond.   I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard.   We rode our pony.   We picked wild raspberries in the woods."   The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in.   At last she said, "I sure wish I'd gotten to know you  sooner!"   My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?"   I mentally polished my halo while I asked, "No, how are we alike?"   "You're both old," he  replied. I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her.   I would point out something and ask what color it  was.   She would tell me, and always she was correct.   But it was fun for me, so I continued.   At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, "Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!"   When my grandson, Billy, and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects.   Still, a few fireflies followed us in.   Noticing them before I did,  Billy whispered, "It's no use, Grandma.   The mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."   When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, "I'm not sure."   "Look in your underwear, Grandma," he advised.   "Mine says I'm four!"

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