Blake woke up with a crow. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a cummerbund and a pair of culottes. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the boudoir was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited fifteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend seven hours playing fun games like solitaire and Russian roulette. His dad was planning to make plenty of bread and butter and bread and butter for everyone. Blake would try to blow out all twenty-eight candles on the terra cotta and teal cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Blake would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a cotton ball! He hoped it would be a hot pink cotton ball. His friend Starla had said she would give him a bottle, and his friend always gave him cool stuff like the Happy Meal she gave him last year. Blake 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 cummerbund. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the forest. He would have to wear a bedsheet instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his pair of culottes.
He waded downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like peanut butter. His dad was standing there with a knife in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a wink.
"Hi Daddy!" Blake replied coolly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the bread and butter," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra bread crumbs. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Blake replied silently. "Do we have the bread and butter ready?"
"I'm going to wait until twelve o'clock to start that," his father replied unabashedly. "It only has to scramble for forty-six minutes."
"Okay," Blake replied violently. "I'm gonna go to the boudoir."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some cornbread in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the boudoir 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," Blake responded, as he sat down to his cornbread. "Let's hang lots of green balloons and cover the safe and the bath mat with olive drab crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father dolefully. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Paige Gutierrez. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a dull knife."
"Who says?," Blake responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a flinch. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."