Yearsago,myhusbandandIwerevisitingsomefriends.Theyhadjustadoptedalittleboy.Atonepointduringtheevening,Ipickeduphisballthathewastossing.Whenhecameovertoretrieveit,helookedatmeandasked,"Whatarethosespotsonyourface?"
Itoldhim,"Freckles."
Henextasked,"Why,andwhatdotheydo?"
Ismiledandtoldhim,"Idon'tknow,butatnight,Ifeelthemmovingabout."
Hiseyesopenedsowide,andtheshockedlookonhisfacejustmadeeveryonelaugh,includinghim.
Someyearslater,Irememberedthatandsatdownandwroteastoryaboutit.Hereitis,andthisisthewholetruth--thisreallyhappened.