Grandfather's Wrinkles
A little girl climbed into her grandfather's lap and studied his white, balding head. She ran her fingers along the deep wrinkles and road mapped his face and neck.
- Did god make you? - she asked.
- yes - he answered.
- did god makeme, to? - she wondered.
- yes - he replied.
- well, she shrugged - don't you think he's doing a better job now than he used to?