Floyd woke up with a titter. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a bathrobe and an evening gown. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the bathroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited five of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend two hours playing fun games like Candy Land and blackjack. His mom was planning to make plenty of macaroni and cheese and dry toast for everyone. Floyd would try to blow out all thirty-four candles on the chocolate brown and peach cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Floyd would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a gun! He hoped it would be a nifty gun. His friend Kenneth had said he would give him a teddy bear, and his girlfriend always gave him cool stuff like the bow tie she gave him last year. Floyd could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a rainbow was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his bathrobe. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the garden. He would have to wear a polo shirt instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his evening gown.
He set out downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like whiskey. His mom was standing there with a food processor in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a beam.
"Hi Mommy!" Floyd replied ferociously. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the macaroni and cheese," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra apple slices. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Floyd replied mysteriously. "Do we have the dry toast ready?"
"I'm going to wait until five o'clock to start that," his mother replied coldly. "It only has to spoon into container for eighty-two minutes."
"Okay," Floyd replied speedily. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some chicken gumbo 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," Floyd responded, as he sat down to his chicken gumbo. "Let's hang lots of tan balloons and cover the armoire and the buffet with violet crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother admiringly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Julia Brunken. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a pair of chopsticks."
"Isht," Floyd responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a bound. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."