A doctor and his wife were having an intense quarrel.
After a sweet date night, a 19-year-old girl gets dropped off at her front door by her boyfriend.
The porch light flickers romantically (or maybe it’s just the faulty wiring), and they share a sweet goodnight kiss.
But then, he leans casually against the wall, channeling his inner smooth talker.
“Babe,” he says with a mischievous grin,
“what do you say we… take this to the next level?”
She stares at him like he just suggested adopting a family of raccoons.
“Are you nuts? My parents might hear us!”
He shrugs, trying to look suave.
“It’s late—everyone’s asleep! Who’s going to hear anything?”
She raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You clearly don’t know my dad’s ‘silent ninja slippers.’
He’ll pop out of nowhere holding a flashlight and a lecture!”
He grins, undeterred.
“Come on. Live a little. It’ll be our secret!”
Her arms cross, and she gives him the classic “mom glare.”
“Yeah, and you’ll be my dad’s little secret if he finds out. Spoiler: secrets don’t survive in this house.”
“But babe,” he whines, throwing in some puppy-dog eyes for good measure.
“I love you. Trust me, it’ll be fine!”
She steps back, giving him the ultimate truth bomb. “Listen, I love you too.
But if this goes wrong, I’m grounded, you’re banished, and we both have to explain ourselves at Sunday dinner. Still sound fine?”
Defeated but still grinning, he raises his hands in surrender.
“Alright, alright. You win. Goodnight, boss.”
The moral? Love may be patient, but a dad with a flashlight? He’s eternal. 💡
