Almost Missed the Party

This morning Peter came to our room with concern on his face and a paper in his hand.

"The party's at 2-4, but it doesn't say a.m. or p.m..  How do I know when to go to the party?"  

"Well, if it is a.m. then you missed it.  It's 8:30 now."

Yes, we were still in bed at 8:30 - Reuben was making us pretend breakfast in bed:  smoothies, rootbeer floats, and eggs. 

"How do we know which one it is?"  

"You could call them."

In a few moments we hear him dialing the phone and talking.  Paul and I chuckled.

Peter came back, relieved, and announced,

"She said it's p.m."  

Phew.