Franky was playing on the playground with his friend Milton. He was commenting on how he was looking forward to turning seven years old. Milton stopped what he was doing and looked straight at Franky.
“Did you get your mom’s permission?” Milton asked.
Franky didn’t know what he was talking about and gave him a weird look.
“Did your mom say you are going to turn seven years old?” Milton asked.
“What are you talking about Milton?” Franky asked. He didn’t understand what his friend was talking about.
“I am sure she will let you, don’t worry about it.” Milton said as he ran off to go down the slide again.
