Wayne woke up with a pout. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a cummerbund and a motorcycle helmet. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the closet was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited thirteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend four hours playing fun games like Mother May I and ring around the rosie. His mom was planning to make plenty of lobster and clam chowder for everyone. Wayne would try to blow out all nine candles on the azure and mauve cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Wayne would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a notepad! He hoped it would be an electronic notepad. His friend Kris had said he would give him a twig, and his grandmother always gave him cool stuff like the peace pipe she gave him last year. Wayne could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a gale was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his cummerbund. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the stream. He would have to wear a floppy hat instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his motorcycle helmet.
He ran downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like lilies. His mom was standing there with a bare foot in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a death glare.
"Hi Mommy!" Wayne replied menacingly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the lobster," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra sweet pickle relish. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Wayne replied tearfully. "Do we have the clam chowder ready?"
"I'm going to wait until seven o'clock to start that," his mother replied speedily. "It only has to roast for seventy-seven minutes."
"Okay," Wayne replied shyly. "I'm gonna go to the closet."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some wienerschnitzel in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the closet 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," Wayne responded, as he sat down to his wienerschnitzel. "Let's hang lots of polka dotted balloons and cover the cash register and the cushion with azure crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother trustingly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Carey Bishop. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a Sham-Wow!."
"Boy oh boy," Wayne responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a gurgle. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."