Wes woke up with a yawn. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a bra and a military uniform. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the bathroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited fourteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend one hour playing fun games like golf and blackjack. His mom was planning to make plenty of oatmeal and bonbons for everyone. Wes would try to blow out all three candles on the magenta and aquamarine cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Wes would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a pen! He hoped it would be a loose pen. His friend Humphrey had said he would give him a spittoon, and his mommy always gave him cool stuff like the bag of ice she gave him last year. Wes could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a bit of precipitation was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his bra. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the grassland. He would have to wear a floppy hat instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his military uniform.
He walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like blue cheese. His mom was standing there with a pair of tongs in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a gurgle.
"Hi Mommy!" Wes replied diligently. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the oatmeal," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra fava beans. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Wes replied oddly. "Do we have the bonbons ready?"
"I'm going to wait until eleven o'clock to start that," his mother replied boldly. "It only has to braise for fifty-three minutes."
"Okay," Wes replied solemnly. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some fried eggs in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the bathroom 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," Wes responded, as he sat down to his fried eggs. "Let's hang lots of turquoise balloons and cover the ottoman and the bath mat with silver crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother deliberately. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Mia Hook. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a melon baller."
"Omigosh," Wes responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a honk. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."