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
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!"
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
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
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!"