Unfiltered Story #360643

(I am sitting in my room browsing not always right when I hear footsteps outside my door.)
Mum: *opens door holding my dads beige and brown dressing gown*
Brother: “We have an argument to settle.”
Mum: *thrusts dressing gown in front of me* “what colour is this?”
Me: Beige?
Brother: “see mum, I told you so.”
Mum: “I can kind of see what you mean, but it’s a sort of creamy green.”
Me: “Green?”
Mum: “yeah, light creamy green.”
Brother: *Picks up my green bed sheet* “No mum, this is creamy green, the dressing gown is beige.”
Mum: “I can see how it looks beige in this light, but when we bought it, it was definitely green.”
Me: *very confused as my brother and I were with her when she bought it* “We were there when you bought it, it isn’t green mum, are you Okay?”
Mum: “I’m fine, but it is definitely green.”
Mum: *walks away*
Brother: *gives me a confused look and walks away*
(I still haven’t gotten any clarification as to why my mum thought the dressing gown was green, or why they felt it was necessary for me to be involved.)