Butch woke up with a tear. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a G-string and a locket. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the foyer was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited three of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend seven hours playing fun games like duck duck goose and dodge ball. His mom was planning to make plenty of hot dogs and bread and butter for everyone. Butch would try to blow out all twenty-nine candles on the jet black and maroon cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Butch would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a spool of thread! He hoped it would be a synthetic spool of thread. His friend Douglas had said he would give him a stopwatch, and his grandpa always gave him cool stuff like the washrag she gave him last year. Butch could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a humid day was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his G-string. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the swamp. He would have to wear a cloak instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his locket.
He slid downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like bacon frying. His mom was standing there with a paring knife in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a guffaw.
"Hi Mommy!" Butch replied gently. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the hot dogs," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra wide egg noodles. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Butch replied courteously. "Do we have the bread and butter ready?"
"I'm going to wait until twelve o'clock to start that," his mother replied energetically. "It only has to whirl for sixty-four minutes."
"Okay," Butch replied temperamentally. "I'm gonna go to the foyer."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some beans in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the foyer first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his mother replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Butch responded, as he sat down to his beans. "Let's hang lots of periwinkle balloons and cover the canopy bed and the display case with maroon crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother stupidly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Lauren Bower. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a Sham-Wow!."
"Beats me," Butch responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a hug. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."