Newton woke up with a smack. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a trench coat and a balaclava. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the conservatory was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited four of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend two hours playing fun games like backgammon and Cootie. His mom was planning to make plenty of sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes for everyone. Newton would try to blow out all sixteen candles on the sparkly and violet cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Newton would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a paper towel! He hoped it would be a huge paper towel. His friend Barry had said he would give him a vase, and his fiancée always gave him cool stuff like the bowling ball she gave him last year. Newton could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a dust storm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his trench coat. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the moonscape. He would have to wear a pair of false eyelashes instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his balaclava.
He bounded downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like fruit. His mom was standing there with a foot in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a shout.
"Hi Mommy!" Newton replied nonchalantly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the sweet potatoes," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra salmon filets. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Newton replied tenderly. "Do we have the sweet potatoes ready?"
"I'm going to wait until nine o'clock to start that," his mother replied unabashedly. "It only has to marinate for thirty-eight minutes."
"Okay," Newton replied brashly. "I'm gonna go to the conservatory."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some cherries jubilee in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the conservatory 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," Newton responded, as he sat down to his cherries jubilee. "Let's hang lots of aquamarine balloons and cover the chest of drawers and the card table with teal crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother neatly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Scarlett West. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a fork."
"Abracadabra," Newton responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a sneer. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."