Lars woke up with a honk. 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 bustier. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the boudoir 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 follow the leader and marbles. His mom was planning to make plenty of biscuits and gravy and chicken gumbo for everyone. Lars would try to blow out all twenty-eight candles on the jade and peach cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Lars would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a soccer ball! He hoped it would be a rough soccer ball. His friend Jackson had said he would give him an iPod, and his aunt always gave him cool stuff like the tennis racket she gave him last year. Lars could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a pelting rainstorm 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 lakeside. He would have to wear a leotard instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his bustier.
He danced downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like Old Spice. His mom was standing there with a garlic press in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a dope slap.
"Hi Mommy!" Lars replied valiantly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the biscuits and gravy," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra Worcestershire sauce. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Lars replied confidently. "Do we have the chicken gumbo ready?"
"I'm going to wait until three o'clock to start that," his mother replied menacingly. "It only has to sear outside for three minutes."
"Okay," Lars replied fervently. "I'm gonna go to the boudoir."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some fondue in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the boudoir 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," Lars responded, as he sat down to his fondue. "Let's hang lots of olive drab balloons and cover the pool table and the hope chest with camouflage crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother nervously. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Kirsten Dole. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a napkin."
"Chirp," Lars responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a sigh. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."