“Diaper?” Franky asked, he hadn’t worn a diaper since he was five and on his sixth birthday, his mom said he was a big boy and let him wear pull-ups to bed instead of diapers. He almost never wore pull-ups anymore, only if he had two night time accidents in a row and that almost never happened. What was she talking about getting changed out of a wet diaper? Franky looked down and saw a bulge that looked like a diaper under his pajamas.
Franky’s mom picked him up and carried him upstairs.
“Why do I have a diaper on Mommy?”
“Silly little boy, just because it is your fifth birthday, that doesn’t mean you suddenly stopped wetting like you did when you were four.”
“fifth birthday? But I’m seven.”