Cracking up

Piano lessons are obviously over-taxing Jacob’s little-pre-schooler brain.
On the way home from our most recent lesson he suddenly exclaimed (with an expression of amazement on his face to rival the late Steve Irwin,);
“Mama, you’ve got spots on your face!”
“Freckles” I corrected him. “They’re freckles”

Briefly we discussed freckles and just when I got them and how he didn’t yet have them but he may do one day. And then this;

“But I won’t have all those cracks.”