My kids are pretty sure I'm an idiot

Paul was recently invited to a birthday party, and this morning he asked me again if the party was today. I told him no, and then he asked if I was sure. And if I knew where the party was at. I replied with yes, I knew the address. He asked me sceptically what it was, trying to trip me up wiht my lack of knowledge. I told the sneaky cuss that I would have to check the invitation, but I knew when and where the party was and that I wouldn't let him miss it. Of course this whole conversation came after Nona was upset that I wasn't throwing a party for her this morning. Why wasn't I making food, why wasn't I inviting her friends, why wasn't I making toys that she was in a Joannes catalog, why wasn't I cleaning and calling and preparing? When I told Nona that you couldn't just prepare and have a party in one day she gave me a disgusted huff and rolled her eyes before walking away. And no matter how hard I tried to help her plan a party for the weekend, she just stays disgusted with her stupid mom. It's a wonder I survived this long.