A little girl ran to her grandfather, jumped into his arms and gave him a great big hug. Then she ran her fingers along his balding head and down the side of his wrinkled face.
“Did God make you, Grandpa?’ she asked.
“Yes honey. He made me.”
She felt her own cheek and then asked, “Did God make me to?”
“Yes honey, He made you, too.”
“Well,” she shrugged. “Don’t you think He’s doing a better job now than He used to?”
