Dax woke up with a power fist. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a mortarboard and an evening gown. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the servant's quarters was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twelve of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend one hour playing fun games like golf and golf. His mom was planning to make plenty of chicken pot pie and pizza for everyone. Dax would try to blow out all thirteen candles on the yellow and chartreuse cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Dax would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a candy bar! He hoped it would be a delicate candy bar. His friend Quincy had said he would give him an urn, and his mom always gave him cool stuff like the sack of potatoes she gave him last year. Dax could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a drizzle was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his mortarboard. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the creek. He would have to wear a headband instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his evening gown.
He waltzed downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like baking cookies. His mom was standing there with a whisk in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a grunt.
"Hi Mommy!" Dax replied noisily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the chicken pot pie," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra paprika. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Dax replied smoothly. "Do we have the pizza ready?"
"I'm going to wait until four o'clock to start that," his mother replied happily. "It only has to heat in microwave for twenty-five minutes."
"Okay," Dax replied woefully. "I'm gonna go to the servant's quarters."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some pecan pie in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the servant's quarters 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," Dax responded, as he sat down to his pecan pie. "Let's hang lots of yellow balloons and cover the couch and the footstool with polka dotted crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother diligently. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Madalyn Bede. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has an electric mixer."
"Eeshk," Dax responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a growl. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."