A grandmother and a little boy 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 girl in the line cried.
Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next to him. "I love your freckles," she said. "Not me," the little boy replied.
"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles," the grandmother said, 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 peered into the old woman's smiling face. "Wrinkles," he answered softly.