Franky was looking forward to his birthday. It was in two days and he was looking forward to getting a year older, getting presents, and his birthday party. He was six and a half years old and couldn’t wait to be seven. Everyone he saw, he announced that he was turning seven.
Seven year olds were big kids. They went to second grade in the 2-3 wing of the building. They got to stay up a half hour later on school nights. They loose more baby teeth and get more grown-up teeth. They were no longer babies, they could sit in the car without a booster seat. Seven year olds never wet the bed like babies. Franky almost never wet the bed anymore, but now as a seven year old, it would never happen again. He would get to order off of the grown-up menu at restaurants and would no longer qualify for a kid rate at the zoo.
