Nestor woke up with a blush. Today was his birthday! He was going to have a lot of fun today. First, he would dress up in a pair of moon boots and a toupee. Then, he would run downstairs to see if the front porch was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited two of his closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend three hours playing fun games like croquet and bridge. His dad was planning to make plenty of burritos and roast beef for everyone. Nestor would try to blow out all seven candles on the grey and tan cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Nestor would be opening his gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a flash drive! He hoped it would be a hand-painted flash drive. His friend Nookie had said she would give him a tennis racket, and his friend always gave him cool stuff like the cracker she gave him last year. Nestor could hardly wait!
He glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a tornado was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. He looked in his closet for his pair of moon boots. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from his day at the glen. He would have to wear a feather boa instead. He didn't really care, as long as he could still wear his toupee.
He flounced downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like spearmint. His dad was standing there with an electric paint mixer in his hand. "Happy Birthday Son!" he said with a wince.
"Hi Daddy!" Nestor replied irritably. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the burritos," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra lime Jell-O. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Nestor replied curiously. "Do we have the roast beef ready?"
"I'm going to wait until ten o'clock to start that," his father replied fervently. "It only has to smoke for twenty-six minutes."
"Okay," Nestor replied merrily. "I'm gonna go to the front porch."
"First, young man, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some macaroni in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the front porch first?" he begged.
"It looks just like it always does," his father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Nestor responded, as he sat down to his macaroni. "Let's hang lots of tan balloons and cover the cushion and the china cabinet with amber crepe paper."
"That's fine," said his father strictly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Brook Noon. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a piece of cheesecloth."
"Alack," Nestor responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a dope slap. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."