walls is the same as the wide of Floor, I count eleven feet going both ways, that means Floor is a square. Table is a circle so I’m confused, but Ma measures her across the middle where she’s the very widest, that’s three feet nine inches. My chair is three feet two inches tall and Ma’s is the exact same, that’s one less than me. Then Ma’s a bit sick of measuring so we stop.
I color behind the numbers all different with our five crayons that are blue, orange, green, red, brown, when I’m all done the page looks like Rug but crazier, Ma says why don’t I use it as my place mat for dinner.
I choose spaghetti tonight, there’s a fresh broccoli as well that I don’t choose, it’s just good for us. I chop the broccoli into pieces with Zigzag Knife, sometimes I swallow some when Ma’s not looking and she says, “Oh, no, where’s that big bit gone?” but she isn’t really mad because raw things make us extra alive.
Ma does the hotting up on the two rings of Stove that go red, I’m not allowed touch the knobs because it’s Ma’s job to make sure there’s never a fire like in TV. If the rings ever go against something like a dish towel or our clothes even, flames would run all over with orange tongues and burn Room to ashes with us coughing and choking and screaming with the worst pain ever.
I don’t like the smell of broccoli cooking, but it’s not as bad as green beans. Vegetables are all real but ice cream is TV, I wish it was real too. “Is Plant a raw thing?”
“Well, yeah, but not the kind to eat.”
“Why she doesn’t have flowers anymore?”
Ma shrugs and stirs the spaghetti. “She got tired.”
“She should go to sleep.”
“She’s still tired when she wakes up. Maybe the soil in her pot doesn’t have enough food left in it.”
“She could have my broccoli.”
Ma laughs. “Not that kind of food, plant food.”
“We could ask for it, for Sundaytreat.”
“I’ve got a long list of things to ask for already.”
“Where?”
“Just in my head,” she says. She pulls out a worm of spaghetti and bites it. “I think they like fish.”
“Who do?”
“Plants, they like rotten fish. Or is it fish bones?”
“Yuck.”
“Maybe next time we have fish fingers, we can bury a bit under Plant.”
“Not one of my ones.”
“OK, a bit of one of mine.”
The why I like spaghetti best is the song of the meatball, I sing it when Ma fills our plates.
After dinner something amazing, we make a birthday cake. I bet it’s going to be
I’m the best egg blower, I make the goo spill out nonstop. I have to blow three for the cake, I use the pin from the
I get to lick the spoon, then Ma puts the cake into Stove’s hot tummy. I try juggling with the eggshells all up at the same time. Ma catches one. “Little Jacks with faces?” “Nah,” I say.
“Will we make them a nest of flour dough? If we defrost those beets tomorrow, we could use the juice to make it purple. .” I shake my head. “Let’s add them to Eggsnake.”
Eggsnake is more longer than all around Room, we’ve been making him since I was three, he lives in Under Bed all coiled up keeping us safe. Most of his eggs are brown but sometimes there’s a white, some have patterns on from pencils or crayons or Pen or bits stuck on with flour glue, a foil crown and a yellow ribbon belt and threads and bits of tissue for hairs. His tongue is a needle, that keeps the red thread going right through him. We don’t bring Eggsnake out much anymore because sometimes he tangles and his eggs get cracked around the holes or even fall off, and we have to use the bits for mosaics. Today I put his needle in one of the holes of the new eggs, I have to dangle it till it comes out the other hole all sharp, it’s pretty tricky. Now he’s three eggs longer, I extra gently wind him up again so all of him fits in Under Bed.
Waiting for my cake takes hours and hours, we breathe in the lovely air. Then when it’s cooling we make stuff called icing but not cold like ice, it’s sugar melted with water. Ma spreads it all over the cake. “Now you can put on the chocolates while I’m washing up.”
“But there aren’t any.”
“Aha,” she says, holding up the little bag and shaking it
She zips her mouth shut. “What if I need a hiding place another time?”
“Tell me!”
Ma’s not smiling anymore. “Shouting hurts my ears.”
“Tell me the hidey place.”
“Jack—”
“I don’t like there to be hidey places.”
“What’s the big deal?”
“Zombies.”
“Ah.”
“Or ogres or vampires—”
She opens Cabinet and takes out the box of rice. She points in the dark hole. “It was just in with the rice that I hid them. OK?” “OK.”
“Nothing scary would fit in here. You can check anytime.”
There’s five chocolates in the bag, pink, blue, green, and two reds. Some of the color comes off on my fingers when I’m putting them on, I get icing on me and suck it every bit.
Then it’s time for the candles but there aren’t any.
“You’re shouting again,” says Ma, covering her ears.
“But you said a birthday cake, it’s not a birthday cake if there’s no five candles on fire.”
She puffs her breath. “I should have explained better. That’s what the five chocolates say, they say you’re five.”
“I don’t want this cake.” I hate it when Ma waits all quiet. “Stinky cake.”
“Calm down, Jack.”
“You should have asked for candles for Sundaytreat.”
“Well, last week we needed painkillers.”
“I didn’t need any, just you,” I shout.
Ma looks at me like I have a new face she’s never seen. Then she says, “Anyway, remember, we have to choose things he can get easily.” “But he can get anything.”
“Well, yeah,” she says, “if he went to the trouble—”
“Why he went to trouble?”
“I just mean, he might have to go to two or three stores, and that would make him cranky. And what if he didn’t find the impossible thing, then we probably wouldn’t get Sunday treat at all.”
“But Ma.” I laugh. “He doesn’t go in stores. Stores are in TV.”
She’s chewing her lip. Then she looks at the cake. “Well, anyway, I’m sorry, I thought the chocolates would do instead.” “Silly Ma.”
“Dumbo.” She slaps her head.
“Numbskull,” I say, but not in a nasty way. “Next week when I’ll be six you better get candles.”
“Next year,” says Ma, “you mean next year.” Her eyes are shut. They always do that sometimes and she doesn’t say anything for a minute. When I was small I thought her battery was used up like happened to Watch one