My dad just called to find out if, when I was living at home, I was, well…

Dad: “You remember that Gwen Steffani?”
Val: “Yeaaaaahhhh…?”
Dad: “What band was she in that you used to listen to.”
Val: “No Doubt…?”
Dad: “Yeah, and were you a big fan? Did you have a poster on your wall when you lived here?”
Val: “Noooo… I had a cd…?”
Dad: “Okay, tell your mom what you just told me.” Hands phone off and does fake, funny muhahahaha laugh.
Mom: “Hello?”
Val: “Uh, am I starting some kind of fight here?”
Mom: “No, your dad just seems to think that you were some huge No Doubt fan when you lived here. But I say that is ___ [my sister]. He thinks you had some big poster on your wall or something.”
Val: “Noooo… I had a cd…?”
Mom: “See, I knew it. You never had any posters on your wall, did you?”
Val: “I don’t think so when I was in the room that ___ [my sister]’s in now. Oh, well, wait, I think I had a small Skillet one… a Newsboys one, and maybe a MercyMe. I don’t ever remember a No Doubt one.”
Mom: “See, I remember all of them…”
Val: “I had a No Doubt cd but that was it.”
Mom: “What was it called?”
Val: “Tragic Kingdom. I used to play it alot, though, because that parakeet I had loved it. She’d always sing when I played it.”
Mom, to Dad: “See, I was right.”

:lmao: Parents.