Pink haired babies
I overheard one of my friends talking to his mom on the phone. The phone was on loudspeaker.
"Are you with her right now? I can hear you're not alone."
"I'm at Ryan's place, mom. It's literally just us."
"Put Ryan on the phone. He'll tell me who the pink haired girl is."
"She's just someone I was talking to. We're practically still strangers."
"The two of you didn't look like strangers on Instagram. She was looking at you like I look at your father whenever he looks over his shoulder to reverse out of the driveway. That man has no idea how attractive he is when he's focused."
"You need to stop spying on my Instagram, mom."
"I have better things to do than to monitor your social media. Your sister showed me your Instagram post and said the girl with the pink hair was your new girlfriend. I just wanted to congratulate my no longer single son and let him know that I look forward to meeting his new girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend, mom."
"I would love little pink haired grandchildren."
I'm saying goodbye now, mom. I love you."
"Love you too, honey. To be continued."