Isaac woke up with a beam. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of cycling shorts and a tailcoat. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the game room was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited ten of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend one hour playing fun games like tag and shuffleboard. His dad was planning to make plenty of prime rib and Cheerios for everyone. Isaac would try to blow out all three candles on the grey and navy blue cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Isaac would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a paperweight! He hoped it would be an old paperweight. His friend Daisy had said she would give him a comic book, and his sister always gave him cool stuff like the wrench she gave him last year. Isaac could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a snowstorm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his pair of cycling shorts. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the lakeside. He would have to wear a derby instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his tailcoat.
He skidded downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like pesto. His dad was standing there with a bare foot in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a guffaw.
"Hi Daddy!" Isaac replied tenderly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the prime rib," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra sweet potatoes. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Isaac replied warmly. "Do we have the Cheerios ready?"
"I'm going to wait until eleven o'clock to start that," his father replied thoughtfully. "It only has to scramble for seventy-five minutes."
"Okay," Isaac replied energetically. "I'm gonna go to the game room."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some fondue in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the game room 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," Isaac responded, as he sat down to his fondue. "Let's hang lots of blue balloons and cover the bath mat and the ottoman with ivory crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father wildly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Fiona Northrum. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a potato masher."
"By all the saints," Isaac responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a chortle. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."