Zander's birthday party is on Friday.  I put minimal effort into his invitation.  But he loved it.  And that's what matters.  He took them to school on Monday.  Handed them out.  Waited for R.S.V.P.'s...

*ring-ring*

"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Zander's mom?"
"Yes."
"This is Jared's mom.  Do you know you put your mother's phone number on the invitation?"

And I was mortified.  Yes, Ma'am, please leave your child in my brain-farting, mostly capable care.

I called my mom.

She answers: "Hello, Austin's Party Planning Services, how can I help you?"

At least she has a sense of humor about it.