Milton didn’t understand, he didn’t know any five year olds who still wore diapers. Franky seemed just fine with them, like he wore them all the time. Watching him, Milton could tell Franky’s five year old attention span would keep him from retaining any memory of the transformation. He really was a little four year old who just turned five.
When the Mommies came back down, Franky’s went right over to him and checked to see if he needed changing. She picked him up and brought him upstairs. This time Milton’s mom stayed to watch Alice and Milton. She was holding Alice in her arms rocking her back and forth. Looking down at Alice and over at Milton, she seemed to be thinking about something. Milton didn’t like the look on her face.
“I remember when you were this age Milton,” she said fondly. “I miss having a baby around the house to take care of.”