"So, how about seven on Sunday?" Lindsay asks, referring to the going away party we're planning for the boys.

"But I want to say goodbye," I say.

"Okay, um, then seven on Monday?"

"How about six? It gives us a little extra time after for ourselves."

"That works. Okay, where?"

"Let's do it at their house!"

"Okay. Um, invite list."

"Obviously us, their parents, them, anyone else?"

"Do we want this to be exclusive, small, or big?"

"Huh?" I ask.

"Okay, um, exclusive, us, them, their parents. Small, exclusive plus their friends. Big, small plus Jess and Nick, maybe our parents, maybe Josh and friends."

"How about medium? Jess, Nick, but not our parents."

"Okay, so us, them, their parents, Jess, Nick, anyone else?"

"How about their friends? What are their names again?"

"Ryder, Dev, and Jimmy?"

"Yeah, them."

"Okay, so us, them, parents, Jess, Nick, and the three musketeers. That all?"

"Yeah. Let's start calling."