Just then Franky came running down stairs, all excited, “Mommy let me go potty on the big boy potty.” He was so proud of himself for using the toilet, Milton knew his friend was gone forever.
Milton’s mom congratulated Franky, and then looked up to Milton. “Milton, why don’t you go in and try to go potty too, before you have an accident.”
Milton knew the tone in her voice. He almost never had accidents, but he had better go try to go potty now or he would be in trouble. As he headed toward the bathroom, he could hear his mom talking about his potty training back when he was three years old. Milton wondered how many years ago that was and if he would ever have to go through potty training again. He could remember getting younger twice, but wasn’t sure if it had happened more than that.