Jimmie Lee woke up with a clenched fist. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of nylons and a motorcycle helmet. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the master bedroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited two of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend two hours playing fun games like Cootie and solitaire. His dad was planning to make plenty of corn on the cob and dry toast for everyone. Jimmie Lee would try to blow out all thirty candles on the lavender and pink cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Jimmie Lee would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a mop! He hoped it would be a rusty mop. His friend Melissa had said she would give him an apple, and his mother always gave him cool stuff like the microphone she gave him last year. Jimmie Lee could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a thunderstorm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his pair of nylons. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the glen. He would have to wear a pair of Groucho glasses instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his motorcycle helmet.
He slid downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like Givenchy. His dad was standing there with a whisk in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a gurgle.
"Hi Daddy!" Jimmie Lee replied neatly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the corn on the cob," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra canned oysters. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Jimmie Lee replied nimbly. "Do we have the dry toast ready?"
"I'm going to wait until three o'clock to start that," his father replied crankily. "It only has to place on serving dish for twenty-two minutes."
"Okay," Jimmie Lee replied sharply. "I'm gonna go to the master bedroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some bread and butter in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the master bedroom 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," Jimmie Lee responded, as he sat down to his bread and butter. "Let's hang lots of lavender balloons and cover the file cabinet and the pedestal with carrot-orange crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father arrogantly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Bobbie Nussbaum. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a turkey baster."
"Hurray," Jimmie Lee responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a coo. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."