“Are you sure we got everything?” Mila asks, her voice laced with satisfaction as she pushes the bag filled with birthday supplies into the trunk of my car.
I glance at the open trunk, checking the list on my phone for the hundredth time.
Mila continues, “Hats, banners, poppers… balloons, and the six candle. Anything left?”
“Nope, I don’t think so,” I reply, shrugging as I tick off the last items on the Birthday Shopping list. “We’ve bought everything from the list. If I remember anything else, I’ll grab it later on my way back home.”
Mila’s curly hair bounces with the effort as she squints against the sunlight as she closes the boot with a final thud. She exhales heavily as she opens the door and slides into the passenger seat. “Well, that was fun. But also kind of exhausting, right
