When I was a little girl, I was all over freckles.
I was so freckly my mother wrote a story about my freckles aptly titled "Jenny's Freckles" and my Papa would tease me mercilessly that I was "rusting out". Over time the freckles on my face faded and I was left with just freckles on my arms and the story of "Jenny's Freckles".
Turns out my little niece Phoebe has freckles as well.
"Phoebe" I exclaimed in surprise and delight, "you have freckles on your nose".
"I know" she calmly responded, obviously used to people pointing out the obvious.