(Parental, Tiny, and myself in the car in a Starbucks drive-through [for water, not coffee])
Me: Hey, look, it's a friggin hipster.
Parental: *still ordering* Is that a boy or a girl?
Me: It's a hipster.
Parental: What?
Me: It's a boy, but he's also a hipster.
Parental: *concerned* He's really skinny.
Me: Yeah, that's what they do. They don't eat - they're manorexic - and they get long, sometimes girlish haircuts, and wear peacoats.
Parental: Ah.
Me: Mmhmm. I think he might even be wearing Doc Martens.
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