“Mom! You promised me I could turn seven on my birthday.”
“Oh, come on Milton. If you turned five you would be the same age as Franky and both of you could go to Preschool together.”
“Mom, I want to go to second grade, not Preschool. You promised Mommy. I don’t want to be a baby again.”
“Five year olds are not babies Milton.”
“Franky is wearing a baby diaper. He’s a baby.”
“Well, he has accidents when he can’t get to the bathroom quickly. Like on shopping trips or long car rides. He usually wears big boy underwear like you. He was put in a diaper today because he still has accidents when he gets really excited. He is a big boy like you. You occasionally have accidents too.”
Milton turned red when she said this. He did occasionally have accidents, but fortunately he never had to wear diapers.