Freckle Store

The other night John William and I were getting ready for bed when he grabbed my arm and started to study it. He says, "What's those?" "Those are my freckles," I said. He then looks and his arm, with it's smooth, clear skin and becomes very distraught. "Oh, no! Where are MY freckles??? They are all gone! Oh, No! Mommy, Go Get? Go get me some at the store?"