"Hey Mom, Mikey home?" I ask.

"Yeah, he's in his room."

"Hey. Michel!" I yell. "Tommy's over!"

"Yay!" Michael yells running down the stairs.

"See ya' Toms," Lindsay says.

"Okay, Mom, Linds and I are gonna' start setting up. Where's the stuff?"

"In the garage."

"Okay." We go into the garage. We find boxes upon boxes of party supplies. "Let's do this," I say.

We walk out into the backyard. "Okay so, tent here, cake here, party games here." I imagine what I want it to look like when we're done.

"I'll get the tent. You do the gift bags." Lindsay says. I open the box labeled goodies. Inside I find some candy and a few plastic rings.

"Okay, this is lame."

"Yeah. Are you sure you didn't grab the box for Michael's going away party instead?"

"Yep. I'm sure."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's not having one. He's just going across town."

"Oh."

"Okay. I'm gonna' go to the dollar store to get some stuff. I'll be right back."