Looks like a what?

So just now Dalton was in the bath and I was asking him about a new bruise on his knee. He told me that it wasn't a bruise, it was a pretzel. I was confused because it wasn't shaped like a pretzel. He said, "You know. You have them too!" I asked him where (always a dangerous question) and that is when he pointed to my arm and said "Look, you have pretzels all over your arm!"

Between giggles, I explained that those are FRECKLES, not pretzels.

"Oh, yeah! And you can't eat freckles."

If only we could, little man.