一位老太太和她长满小雀斑的小孙子一起在动物园里游玩。很多小孩都在排队等候一位当地的艺术家用虎爪在他们的脸上着色。
“You’ve got so many freckles, there’s no place to paint!” a girl in the line said to the little fellow.
“你脸上这么多雀斑,都没地方画了!”队列中有个女孩子对小男孩说。
Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next to him. “I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I always wanted freckles,” she said, while tracing her finger across the child’s cheek. “Freckles are beautiful.”
小男孩感到很难堪,就低下头。奶奶蹲下来对他说:“我喜欢你的雀斑,我小时候总想长这些雀斑呢,”她抚摸着男孩的脸颊,“雀斑很漂亮!”
The boy looked up, “Really?”
男孩抬起头,“真的吗?”
“Of course,” said the grandmother. “Why just name me one thing that’s prettier than freckles.”
“当然是真的,”奶奶说,“你看我身上有什么比雀斑还漂亮的?”
The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma’s face, and softly whispered, “Wrinkles.”
小男孩想了一下,又认真地注视着奶奶的面孔,小声地说:“皱纹。”