Mom, I had a dream

Actually, he called it a nightmare. He said "I dreamt that all my freckles grew and grew until they were all connected and I turned brown." I had to try hard to keep from laughing. He was very serious and concerned.

My sweet Christian, my worrier, and my thinker, your freckles are not going to turn you brown. Your freckles are beautiful and I adore them along with your red hair and snaggletooth smile.