The little girl was sitting in her grandfather’s lap as he read her a story. From time to time, she would take her eye’s off the book and reach up to touch his wrinkled cheek. By and by she was alternately stroking her own cheek, then his again.
Finally she spoke, Granddaddy, did God make you?
Yes, sweetheart he answered, God made me a long time ago.
Oh she said, then Granddaddy, did God make me too?
Yes, indeed honey he assured her. God made you just a little while ago.
Oh she said. Feeling their respective faces again, she observed, God’s getting better at it now isn’t he?