Nickolas woke up with a cringe. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of Reeboks and a pair of sandals. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the boudoir was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited five of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend seven hours playing fun games like Scrabble and volleyball. His dad was planning to make plenty of oatmeal and burritos for everyone. Nickolas would try to blow out all five candles on the magenta and chartreuse cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Nickolas would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a hacksaw! He hoped it would be a wet hacksaw. His friend Ava had said she would give him a boomerang, and his wife always gave him cool stuff like the cage she gave him last year. Nickolas 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 Reeboks. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the beach. He would have to wear a moustache instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his pair of sandals.
He trekked downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like tacos. His dad was standing there with a food processor in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a chortle.
"Hi Daddy!" Nickolas replied hysterically. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the oatmeal," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra corn chips. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Nickolas replied mysteriously. "Do we have the burritos ready?"
"I'm going to wait until twelve o'clock to start that," his father replied silently. "It only has to fry roughly in queer skillet for forty-four minutes."
"Okay," Nickolas replied woodenly. "I'm gonna go to the boudoir."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some oatmeal 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 father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Nickolas responded, as he sat down to his oatmeal. "Let's hang lots of striped balloons and cover the crib and the wine rack with sparkly crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father clumsily. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Christabel Tsutsui. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a turkey baster."
"Big whoop," Nickolas responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a roar. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."