Morgan woke up with a raised eyebrow. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a headscarf and a pair of heels. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the bathroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited fifteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend one hour playing fun games like old maid and Parcheesi. His mom was planning to make plenty of clam chowder and lobster for everyone. Morgan would try to blow out all thirty-five candles on the jet black and hot pink cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Morgan would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a yo-yo! He hoped it would be a curved yo-yo. His friend Flash had said he would give him a Barbie doll, and his cousin always gave him cool stuff like the Van Gogh she gave him last year. Morgan could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a dust storm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his headscarf. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the plain. He would have to wear a pair of bloomers instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his pair of heels.
He danced downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like smelling salts. His mom was standing there with a pair of chopsticks in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a wrinkled nose.
"Hi Mommy!" Morgan replied briskly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the clam chowder," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra rum. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Morgan replied later. "Do we have the lobster ready?"
"I'm going to wait until two o'clock to start that," his mother replied crankily. "It only has to heat for fifty-eight minutes."
"Okay," Morgan replied wryly. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some chicken chow mein 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," Morgan responded, as he sat down to his chicken chow mein. "Let's hang lots of maroon balloons and cover the bunk bed and the bathtub with metallic red crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother nervously. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Brandie Lamb. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a grater."
"Bam," Morgan responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a sneeze. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."