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?