A newlywed couple had just returned from their honeymoon, and the young bride wasted no time calling her mother, who lived a couple of hours away. “How was everything?” her mom asked, eager to hear about their trip.
The bride sighed and said, “Oh, mother, the honeymoon was perfect! So romantic, and we had such a wonderful time. But on our way back, Andy started using the most awful language. Words I’ve never heard before—really terrible four-letter words. You’ve got to come get me and take me home. Please, Mother!” she sobbed over the phone.
Her mother, concerned, asked, “But honey, what four-letter words are you talking about?” The bride hesitated, crying, “I can’t tell you, mother, they’re too awful! Just come get me, please!”
Her mother gently insisted, “Darling, you need to tell me what’s upsetting you so much. What four-letter words did he use?” Still sobbing, the bride finally confessed, “Mother, words like dust, wash, iron, cook.”
The call ended with laughter, as the mother realized her daughter’s “horrible” language was just the start of the everyday realities of married life.
