We spent the good part of an hour last night talking about freckles. She noticed one on her ankle, a small brown dot right below the bony part that sticks out. She wanted to know what they were, where the came from, if she could get some more. Then, I told her about the one on her chin and her eyes popped out of her head. The teeth were brushed, the books read, the lights turned out, and she still demanded to get up so she could inspect it in the mirror. She angled her chin up, her eyes got big, and then she smiled.
Life is simple.