With you, since you had your fifth birthday today, you would have lost all your memories of being five and six years old.”
“Why do I remember you Milton?”
“When you are thinking about something during the transformation, it stays. You were real excited about the trip to the beach, turning seven, and curious about my question. Those are the things you remember. The only things.”
Franky again looked down at his diapers. They were wet at the moment, and he didn’t remember wetting them.
“I don’t know why you are back in diapers,” Milton said. “Your five years old, not a baby. That has never happened to me.”