Frankels and Moles, Oh My!

My children take after their mother in many aspects. The fairness of their skin is a perfect example. My diaper bag has always contained sunscreen and there is a spare in the car ... just in case. There is no such thing as a tan line, but freckles are never in short supply. Little Man has a "frankel" on his arm. It is a source of great pride. Fall always signals a battle of wills as the long-sleeved shirts will cover the beloved "frankel." Occasionally, he forgets which arm it is on. Panic sets in ... and then he checks the other arm!


Recently our favorite gym teacher, Ms. E, had quite a story to tell.
The conversation went something like this:
Little Man: "Ms. E, you got a frankel!" *pointing to her arm*
Ms. E: "No, it's a mole."
Little Man: "I got two moles!" *pulls his shirt up, pointing to his nipples*


If only I could have seen the look on Ms. E's face for that one!