Reynaldo woke up with a furrowed brow. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a shirt and a pair of earrings. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the closet was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited fifteen of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend five hours playing fun games like red light green light and Russian roulette. His mom was planning to make plenty of waffles and hamburgers for everyone. Reynaldo would try to blow out all thirty-three candles on the grey and ivory cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Reynaldo would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a horseshoe! He hoped it would be a coarse horseshoe. His friend Tyler had said he would give him a pickle, and his cousin always gave him cool stuff like the radio she gave him last year. Reynaldo could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a humid day was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his shirt. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the forest. He would have to wear a G-string instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his pair of earrings.
He crawled downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like oregano. His mom was standing there with a pastry blender in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a jeer.
"Hi Mommy!" Reynaldo replied diligently. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the waffles," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra cream of tomato soup. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Reynaldo replied obediently. "Do we have the hamburgers ready?"
"I'm going to wait until nine o'clock to start that," his mother replied shyly. "It only has to place on serving dish for nineteen minutes."
"Okay," Reynaldo replied energetically. "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," Reynaldo responded, as he sat down to his wienerschnitzel. "Let's hang lots of amber balloons and cover the buffet and the coat rack with olive green crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother pitifully. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Jasmine Barton. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a blender."
"Oh please," Reynaldo responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with an evil eye. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."