“Sorry about the diapers Franky, but we don’t have a lot of time before our Mommies come back,” Milton quietly said looking at the stairs going upstairs. “Come on Franky, try to remember the rest. What else were you thinking about just before going to sleep?”
“Seven year olds were big kids. I couldn’t wait to be seven. I . . . I was . . . I was thinking about you Milton,” Franky said even more confused than before. “How could I be thinking about you if I hadn’t met you yet?”
“I will explain everything later, but we are running out of time Franky. Quick, try to remember what you were thinking about. Why were you thinking about me?”
Franky started thinking real hard, “Mommy was tucking me in when she called me a little darling and said I had a big day ahead of me for such a little boy.” Franky stopped for a minute and smiled. “Boy she was right.”