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Serene123
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A little girl was sitting on her grandfather's lap as he read her a story.
From time to time, she would take her eyes off the book and reach up to touch his wrinkled cheek. She was alternately stroking her own cheek, then his again. Finally she spoke, "Grandpa, did God make you?"
"Yes, sweetheart," he answered, "God made me a long time ago."
"Oh," she said and then "Grandpa, did God make me too?"
Yes, indeed, honey," he answered." God made you just a little while ago."
Feeling their respective faces again, she observed, "God's getting better at it, isn't he?
From time to time, she would take her eyes off the book and reach up to touch his wrinkled cheek. She was alternately stroking her own cheek, then his again. Finally she spoke, "Grandpa, did God make you?"
"Yes, sweetheart," he answered, "God made me a long time ago."
"Oh," she said and then "Grandpa, did God make me too?"
Yes, indeed, honey," he answered." God made you just a little while ago."
Feeling their respective faces again, she observed, "God's getting better at it, isn't he?
