Aaron woke up with a snarl. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a moustache and a beard. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the bedroom was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-nine of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend seven hours playing fun games like golf and bridge. His mom was planning to make plenty of oyster on the half-shell and fried eggs for everyone. Aaron would try to blow out all thirty-four candles on the hot pink and burgundy cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Aaron would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain an iPod! He hoped it would be a handy iPod. His friend Gavin had said he would give him a rag, and his aunt always gave him cool stuff like the garbage can she gave him last year. Aaron could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a pelting rainstorm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his moustache. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the jungle. He would have to wear a pair of cowboy boots instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his beard.
He danced downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like roses. His mom was standing there with a dull knife in her hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" she said with a grimace.
"Hi Mommy!" Aaron replied offhandedly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the oyster on the half-shell," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra olive oil. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Aaron replied flightily. "Do we have the fried eggs ready?"
"I'm going to wait until two o'clock to start that," his mother replied softly. "It only has to scramble for fifty-nine minutes."
"Okay," Aaron replied accidentally. "I'm gonna go to the bedroom."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some blueberry pie in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the bedroom 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," Aaron responded, as he sat down to his blueberry pie. "Let's hang lots of white balloons and cover the armoire and the washstand with orange crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his mother boldly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Jeanne Sandhu. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a slotted spoon."
"Hah," Aaron responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a face palm. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."