Babyface woke up with a pout. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of panties and a garland. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the master bedroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited sixteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend three hours playing fun games like battleship and Candy Land. His mom was planning to make plenty of strawberry shortcake and refried beans for everyone. Babyface would try to blow out all thirteen candles on the rose and emerald green cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Babyface would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a bagpipe! He hoped it would be a soft bagpipe. His friend Jay had said he would give him a salt shaker, and his wife always gave him cool stuff like the hair dryer she gave him last year. Babyface 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 pair of panties. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the crime scene. He would have to wear a tinfoil hat instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his garland.
He sallied forth downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like Calvin Klein. His mom was standing there with a Sham-Wow! in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a raised eyebrow.
"Hi Mommy!" Babyface replied pitifully. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the strawberry shortcake," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra corn syrup. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Babyface replied deliberately. "Do we have the refried beans ready?"
"I'm going to wait until one o'clock to start that," his mother replied violently. "It only has to microwave for sixty-three minutes."
"Okay," Babyface replied nicely. "I'm gonna go to the master bedroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some hot dogs in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the master 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," Babyface responded, as he sat down to his hot dogs. "Let's hang lots of olive green balloons and cover the toilet and the cushion with forest green crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother ignobly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Huong Sahoo. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a garlic press."
"Shoo," Babyface responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a blush. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."