THE EVENING WAS SPENT celebrating JT’s first birthday. He told her he didn't know his exact age, somewhere in his thirties, he calculated, so they gave him the age of thirty-three.
Krista helped him prepare stuffed chicken breasts, rice pilaf, and broccoli florets with a creamy cheese sauce. They both devoured the delicious food and when the dinner dishes were cleared away, she told him it was time for the party.
“Here you go.” She put one of the festively colored cone hats on JT’s head and fastened the elastic string under his chin. “Perfect!” She smiled and put on her own hat.
JT reached up and felt the pointy end of his paper hat. “Are you sure this is an Earthly custom? I feel foolish wearing this conical headpiece.”
“Positive. You look great,” she assured him when he readjusted it
