Waldo's Day

Wow, what a day! Yesterday, September 10th, was my son's birthday and he officially turned 7. In the morning, I brought him breakfast in bed which consisted of scrambled eggs and melted cheese on toast, which nearly turned out to be a small scale catastrophe. Let me explain. I am not the best cook by any means and I accidentally started a small fire, burning the eggs in the process. See, the brand of eggs that I buy comes in the cardboard egg holders. Well, I used the last of them and left the empty carton next to the burner. When I reached into the toaster-oven to get the toast out (our toaster-oven is next to the stove), I bumped the carton onto the lit burner. I turned around to grab a plate out of the pantry, and when I looked back to check on the eggs, the cardboard was engulfed in flame. Being the safety conscious person I am, I had baking soda readily available and sprinkled it over the fire. There was no damage to anything in the kitchen, other than my pride, of course. Well, as I was cleaning the charred mess, I forgot about the eggs that were cooking and once I saw them smoking, the damage was already done. Since I had used the last of the eggs and it was too late to pick more up from the grocer, I just used the burned batch.
Anway, I brought Waldo the eggs and toast and gently woke him up. Well, relatively gently; Waldo is a little hard of hearing and it is difficult to stir him in the mornings. I believe the doctors call his hearing condition Timbal Deafinicio. When he did wake up in his red and white striped pajamas, he had the cutest smile on his face. Needless to say, he scarfed down the breakfast right then and gave me a humongous hug.
At 3 PM, when he got out of school, I was right there to surprise him as planned. I had Ms Tallon hold Waldo after class to "tell him something important." I showed up with the 9 candles on the half melted ice cream cake and the three of us sang him happy birthday. Joey, one of Waldo's friends also stayed after and did his own rendition of "You live in a zoo/ you smell like a hippo/ and you look like one too." This got a laugh out of us all, and sometime between then and the cutting of the cake, I got the nerve to ask Ms Tallon to join us for dinner tomorrow night. She smiled her beautiful smile and agreed to come over. Meanwhile, Waldo was huffing and puffing to blow out the candles. It only took him three tries as opposed to last year, when it took him about five tries to get the 6 candles extinguished.
The cake was very good except for the hair I found in it. I couldn't tell if it was baked in or if it was one of my own, but it detracted from the moment. Either someone at McCarnigan's Bakery is in violation of the Health Code, or I am balding. Regardless, Waldo enjoyed the celebration and we went home.
At about 9 PM his mother, Sheila, called to wish him a happy birthday but he was already asleep. Sheila and I spoke for a few minutes and I found out that she is suspicious that Jacques may be cheating on her. Serves the Old Witch right! Whatever the outcome, I am sure she will be pregnant with his child in a few weeks. I hope he realized what he got into before he started seeing her.
Well, it's getting late here and I have to go to work soon. I will fill all you loyal readers in on how the date with Ms Tallon went. Until next time, Nanoo nanoo.