Christian woke up with a cackle. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a polo shirt and a thong. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the rec room was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited three of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend seven hours playing fun games like crazy eights and leapfrog. His mom was planning to make plenty of moo goo gai pan and lime sherbet for everyone. Christian would try to blow out all ten candles on the salmon and forest green cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Christian would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a peace pipe! He hoped it would be a colossal peace pipe. His friend Plato had said he would give him a kite, and his mother always gave him cool stuff like the pencil sharpener she gave him last year. Christian could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a downpour was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his polo shirt. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the island. He would have to wear a class ring instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his thong.
He swaggered downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like a skunk. His mom was standing there with a cookie cutter in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a honk.
"Hi Mommy!" Christian replied grandly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the moo goo gai pan," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra potato chips. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Christian replied unnaturally. "Do we have the lime sherbet ready?"
"I'm going to wait until twelve o'clock to start that," his mother replied nervously. "It only has to allow to rise in warm place for several hours for sixty-four minutes."
"Okay," Christian replied dreamily. "I'm gonna go to the rec room."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some Swiss cheese in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the rec room 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," Christian responded, as he sat down to his Swiss cheese. "Let's hang lots of navy blue balloons and cover the counter and the dining table with grey crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother diligently. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Gina Boyd. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a potato peeler."
"Yikes," Christian 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."