Freckles

Since Zane was born, I've often wondered who's skin he has. Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Silence of the Lambs jokes aside, I wonder if he's inherited my incredibly difficult skin or John's incredibly easy skin. Clearly, he's inherited my good looks, although I do believe he's inherited John's nose (the original one). Of course, under that beautiful baby smooth skin, he's so much like John that it makes me giggle just thinking about it.

Over the past week or so I've noticed a few tiny little freckles popping up on his skin. They're teeny tiny little brown specks that I've tried to wipe off. He's got one on his left cheek (face, that is), four on his right arm (2 up and 2 down) and two on his right leg (over and under). He can point them out to you, too, but he won't sit still and let me get pictures.

Still, that doesn't answer the skin mystery, as both John and I have freckles (albeit very different ones).

Love. Them. To. Bits. Don't know why.