Powder blue.
Muted blush pink.
Cream.
Silver accents.
And immediately something inside me settled.
“Oh.”
Tims noticed instantly.
“Yes,” she said smoothly. “This feels more like them.”
It really did.
Soft enough to feel magical.
Elegant enough to age well in pictures.
Still playful without becoming overstimulating.
“Silver accents create light reflection,” Tims explained while sliding another sample toward me. “Children respond emotionally to softness and shimmer more than overwhelming brightness. This palette feels dreamy instead of chaotic.”
I touched the silver fabric thoughtfully.
Aya would love the elegance.
Eli would love the reflective details because he was secretly a tiny magpie attracted to shiny things.
“This one,” I said quietly.
Tims smiled immediately like she already knew.
Then we moved to food.
And honestly?
That discussion alone nearly exhausted me spiritually.
“Children need familiarity,” Tims explained while reviewing menu samples. “Parents need quality. Your challenge is balancing both.”
“I refuse to serve dry chicken at my children’s birthday.”
“Excellent. We’re already aligned.”
We discussed mini sliders.
Pasta cups.
Fruit stations.
Tiny dessert tables.
Milkshake bars.
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Then a separate elegant section for adults because apparently children’s parties now required networking opportunities for parents too.
Society had become ridiculous.
At one point Tims asked casually, “Do the children have favorite foods?”
I laughed immediately. 1
“Ava loves anything aesthetically organized.”
Tims blinked.
“That is not a food.”
“It is to her.”

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