Time to get up!

"Mommy, it's time to get up, it's morning!"
"I know, but I'm tired."
"Time to get up, time to get up!" (impish grin angles down from above)
"When's the party?"
"In two weeks."
"No, not my party, Quinn's party..."
"Oh, I forgot, we never called his mother, where's the invitation?"
"Oh no, I lost the invitation again!"
"Baby, I can't take you if we don't where the party is...I don't know where the invitation is."
"Damn!"
[amused shocked silence, followed by sheepish grin]
"Baby, you can't say that."
"I wasn't saying it to you."
"I know, but you can't say that, you can say 'darn' instead"
(laughing, incredulous) "That's not a word."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not."
"Oh well, you better find the invitation or else we can't go."
"Help me find it!"
"No, you go downstairs and look by yourself first."
(call from afar) "I can't find it anywhere!"

Ah yes, I better go be a mom...