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time, in fact.”
    “Cool!” I breathed. “A party? Like, with cake and music and stuff?”
    “Indeed, with cake and music and stuff,” said Dad gravely. “And champagne for the grown-ups too, of course.”
    “Can I…” I began.
    Mum and Dad looked at each other. “Yes Frankie, you can invite your friends!” they said together.
    “And you can have them over for a sleepover the night before, if you like,” offered Mum.
    “Their parents have all accepted the party invitation already,” said Dad.
    “That’s brilliant news!” I said happily. Then my face fell. “But what if Kenny’s still grounded?”
    “Oh, I don’t suppose her parents will stay angry with her for long. She’s been punished enough, from what I hear,” said Mum.
    I planted a smacking great kiss on Izzy’s downy head. “Oh, Izzy Thomas, you’ll look so cute in a little party dress too, won’t you?” I cooed.
    “Almost as cute as you did, Frankie!” grinned Mum.
    “Hey, where are those old photos?” said Dad, standing up from the kitchen table with a gleam in his eye. “Let’s see how adorable our elder daughter looked in those days, shall we?”
    “ Aw, Dad !” I muttered, though I was secretly pleased. “Do we have to?”
    Down came the photos from the top shelf in the living room cupboard – a huge box of them. Dad kept promising to put them all in albums one day, but somehow he never got round to it.
    Mum sighed and swooned through the lot. “Oh yes! That little primrose-yellow dress!” she gushed. “And that gorgeous frilly bonnet – do you remember that bonnet, Gwyn? Ah, your fingers and toes were so tiny, Frankie! I couldn’t believe you were real. Gwyn was too scared to hold you for the first few days, in case he dropped you!”
    Dad blushed and shot out of the room, muttering something about putting the kettle on.
    There were a couple of really hilarious ones of me, all bundled up in padded babysuits that just made me look like the Michelin Man with my arms and legs sticking out all over the place. And a poptastic one of me in the bath too, with this blob of bath foam on my head.
    “Mum, do you think I could take a couple of these to show the gang on Monday?” I pleaded. “They’d think it was a right laugh.”
    “Oh, I don’t know, Frankie,” said Mum, shaking her head dubiously. “They’re the only photos we’ve got – we lost the negatives years ago. I don’t really want them to leave the house.”
    “Oh please, please! I’ll look after them, I promise!”
    And that’s how I ended up going to school on Monday, armed with the photos. But if I’d known what trouble they were going to cause, I’d have burned the lot, there and then…

Needless to say, the photos were a total hit.
    “Oh, man,” giggled Kenny, wiping her eyes with one hand. “That has to be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Franks, what do you look like?”
    “A small pink pig,” said Fliss promptly. “With a squirt of hair mousse on top for good measure!”
    “No, whipped cream, more like!” gurgled Lyndz. “All you – hic – need is a cherry on top, Frankie!”
    “And that babysuit !” groaned Rosie, clutching her stomach. “If I laugh any more, I’ll be sick!”
    “Keep your voices down,” I hissed, giggling as much as the rest of them. “Especially you, Kenz – you can’t afford to annoy any more teachers this term!”
    “Urgh, tell me about it,” said Kenny, calming down at once. “Remind me never to be a gardener when I grow up. And sorry, Fliss – I can’t look at you today.”
    “What? Why?” said Fliss, looking really worried.
    “Because you’re wearing yellow,” said Kenny, in a world-weary voice. “It reminds me too much of the D-word!”
    I suddenly remembered the party. “Oh, by the way, you guys, we’re having a naming party for Izzy, Saturday week. Mum says you can all come over on the Friday before, for the night. Cool or what?”
    Suddenly, I saw a two-headed M&M-shaped shadow