A little girl was sitting on grandpa's knee listenting to the story he was reading to her. Every so often she would reach up and stroke his wrinkly face and then gently touch her own face.
After a while she said, "Grandpa, did God make you?"
"Yes, sweetheart," he replied. "A very long time ago!"
"And Grandpa, did God make me?"
"Yes darling," he replied. "Quite recently."
"Hmm," said the little girl,