That red spot! she says with alarm.Thats a freckle!It wasnt there before... she says as she inspects her entire arm.Its cute.Its not cute.Then its mine, I say. If you dont like it, its mine. Ill call it Brady.My freckle?Yes.Youre naming my freckle after yourself? she says. And you think I have issues?Its like a star. People buy stars in the constellation and name them after people al the time. As gifts.So then are you buying my freckle? Because I dont know if you can afford my freckle. My freckles dont come cheap, you know.Ive already claimed it, I declare. Its not up for discussion anymore. Just eat your ice cream. And dont spill any on Brady.