The nanny of a kid I barely know in Nora’s music class approaches me.

Nanny: “Hi Nora’s Mom! Spencer is having a birthday party next Thursday at Gymboree. It’s in the afternoon. Can Nora come?”

Me: “Oh– yes, that’s perfect! Nora’s with her nanny in the afternoons, and they’re always looking to meet new people, so that will work out great!  I’ll give my nanny the information and I know she’ll be more than happy to bring Nora to the party.”

Nanny: “Great, I’m so glad Nora can come!”

Me: “Of COURSE! She looooooooves parties! Thanks so much for including her!”

Nanny (looking at phone calendar): “Oh wait sorry, I mixed up the time– the party is not in the afternoon, it’s in the morning. So YOU can bring Nora.”

Absofuckinglutely not.