A little elementary school was set on a small parcel of land, complete with jungle gym and basketball hoop. From the school playground you could see the front porch of a nearby senior centre. The kids were always too busy playing to pay any attention to the centre, but many of the seniors delighted in watching the kids frolic.

One day Ms Valentine, the first-grade teacher, noticed the seniors watching the children and thought it would be a good idea to bring them together. So early one morning the following week, the children were escorted hand-in-hand out of the door of their classroom, through the playground, beyond the school fence, and over to the senior centre. The students were allowed to mingle, and some were introduced to residents of the centre.

Remmy Evans, an enterprising little boy, was strolling around as if he were sizing everyone up when he spotted an older gentleman outfitted in a checkered flannel shirt and sky-blue baseball cap sitting off in the corner. Their eyes met, and the man waved Remmy over. “Hello, I’m Mr Royce,” said the man, extending his hand as if they were about to engage in a business meeting.

Remmy observed Royce’s hand curiously and said, “Excuse me, mister, but why are you so wrinkled?” Royce laughed heartily and said, “Now, that is a very good question. Would you

really like to know?”

“Sure,” replied Remmy. “What’s your name?” asked Royce. — Beliefnet.com