“Seven, I’m not old enough to have a big seven year old. Today is your fifth birthday.”
“No Mommy, No No No. Me seven years old today. Yesterday I was . . . . .” Franky suddenly stopped. He couldn’t remember how old he was yesterday. He knew he wasn’t four, but couldn’t remember how old he was. He couldn’t remember yesterday at all. All he could remember was being excited about turning seven years old and going to the beach.
“Now I know you are excited Franky, but you need to be quiet, Alice is still asleep,” Mom said this as she turned the corner into his baby sisters room. Franky’s mom then laid him down on the changing table.