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 make me, to?" she wondered.

"yes", he replied.

"well, she shrugged, "don't you think He's doing a better job now than He used to?"

cute. cold but cute

lol..........u know that goes from old molding of age !

Children are bright enough to critique God smh.

Thanks.

Out of the mouths of babes. lol