I hated my freckles when I was a kid. I remember reading Freckle Juice and identifying with the character that would try anything to get rid of the freckles.
The other night, I was getting M ready for bed. She pointed at my shoulders and said, "I want some too!" I asked what she wanted and she said the spots on my shoulders. Then J came in and said he also wanted some. I still don't like my freckles, but I guess it is nice to know that someone likes them.
On another note, M has such an active imagination. She woke up a few mornings ago insisting that a "yellow crocodile" jumped on her bed, tickled her chin and yelled "Wake up!"