Noah woke up with a power fist. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a bedsheet and a stethoscope. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the bedroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited eleven of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend one hour playing fun games like Russian roulette and duck duck goose. His mom was planning to make plenty of pot roast and shrimp for everyone. Noah would try to blow out all fifteen candles on the aqua and navy blue cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Noah would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a Barbie doll! He hoped it would be a valuable Barbie doll. His friend Zeke had said he would give him a doily, and his mom always gave him cool stuff like the flash drive she gave him last year. Noah could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a hailstorm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his bedsheet. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the battlefield. He would have to wear a necklace instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his stethoscope.
He flounced downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like sausage. His mom was standing there with a meat tenderizer in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a furrowed brow.
"Hi Mommy!" Noah replied kindly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the pot roast," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra baking powder. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Noah replied viciously. "Do we have the shrimp ready?"
"I'm going to wait until three o'clock to start that," his mother replied recklessly. "It only has to whirl for fifty-five minutes."
"Okay," Noah replied timidly. "I'm gonna go to the bedroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some blueberry pie in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the bedroom 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," Noah responded, as he sat down to his blueberry pie. "Let's hang lots of orange balloons and cover the futon and the dresser with olive drab crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother stealthily. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Magnolia Daniels. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a candy thermometer."
"Aaack," Noah responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a flutter. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."