David woke up with a glare. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of booties and a pair of overalls. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the nursery was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-five of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend two hours playing fun games like baseball and Simon Says. His dad was planning to make plenty of cookies and tacos for everyone. David would try to blow out all twenty-eight candles on the silver and azure cake. While the guests were eating their cake, David would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a wrench! He hoped it would be a primitive wrench. His friend Dani had said she would give him a dart, and his cousin always gave him cool stuff like the lollipop she gave him last year. David could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a gale was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his pair of booties. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the mountain. He would have to wear a rain coat instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his pair of overalls.
He zipped downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like rubbing alcohol. His dad was standing there with an electric mixer in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a roar.
"Hi Daddy!" David replied tensely. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the cookies," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra parsnips. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," David replied cruelly. "Do we have the tacos ready?"
"I'm going to wait until ten o'clock to start that," his father replied warily. "It only has to melt for forty-two minutes."
"Okay," David replied happily. "I'm gonna go to the nursery."
"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 nursery first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," David responded, as he sat down to his hot dogs. "Let's hang lots of yellow balloons and cover the sofa and the billiard table with fuchsia crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father victoriously. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Bonnie Bergstrom. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a pastry blender."
"By Jove," David responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a flutter. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."