Freckle is not an F-Word

This afternoon I picked the kids up from school, and Jane came running across the yard. “Mom, we got our school pictures today! Mom, guess what? They took everyone’s freckles away. Everyone!” Jane was ebullient. I was struck dumb. “Mom,” she continued, “You wouldn’t even recognize Caitlin, without her freckles she looks so different!” “Show me.” I said, as I smiled through closed lips. At this point Alexander had flown across the sport court with his white envelope flying in the breeze. “Mom, look! No freckles.” It was the talk …