Inspired by - 8. Prompt 19 - Marvin's Party

Marvin sat looking out at the sky watching the small lacey snowflakes cover the dark brown earth. He was a bit depressed seeing as how it was his birthday and with the snow falling no one would be able to make his birthday party.

“Marv, where are you little guy?” called out his father from downstairs.

“Here, Dad,” he called out as he shuffled out of his room into the hallway.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s snowing, Dad. No one will be able to come if it snows!” Marv stood pouting at the top step.

“Aww, don’t worry Marv. It is early yet. Your party isn’t till noon and it is barely eight now. Besides it was only supposed to be a passing snow squall.”

“Squall?” questioned Marv. His brow was twisted up as he tried to figure out the meaning of the word.

“Storm, Marv. Just a short passing storm,” said his father as moved toward the dining room.

Marvin headed downstairs as he spotted the large gift box wrapped up in ribbon already sitting on the table.

“Is that mine?”

“Yup, it is from your Grandmother Nina. She sent it for your birthday.”

“Ted, is Marv in with you?”

“Yes, dear. He is looking at the box from your mother.”

“Don’t let him open it till later, Ted.”

“Jackie, relax. You know he won’t open anything till later,” said Ted as he winked at his son.

“What is Mom doing?”

“She is frosting your cake.”

“She is? Did she make me my favorite green icing?”

“Why don’t you go find out?”

Marvin ran as fast as his little feet would carry him sliding across the kitchen floor to stop by counter where his mother stood near a long cake.

“Wondered how long it would take you to finally sniff out the cake,” Jackie said as she covered the last inch of cake with the icing. “All I have left to do is write ‘Happy Birthday’ on it.”

“Mom, can I lick the rest of the icing out of the bowl?”

“As long as you don’t get any on your shirt, Marv. Why you insist on wearing something white is beyond me?”

Marvin took the bowl to the table but as he was sitting down he looked back out the window and seen the snow had stopped.

“Mom, Dad, it stopped snowing. My party is going to happen, my party is going to happen,” he yelled running through the house.

“Next year, Ted, we are going to Chunky Cheese or something. That boy is going to blow out my ear drums if we do this again at home.”

Ted smiled and hugged his wife as he watched his rambunctious son run around happily still announcing that his party was going to happen.