A newlywed couple had just returned from their honeymoon, and the young bride couldn’t wait to call her mother, who lived a couple of hours away. “How did everything go?” her mom asked, eager to hear about their romantic getaway.
The bride sighed and began, “Oh, mother, the honeymoon was wonderful! It was so romantic, and we had a terrific time. But on our way back, Andy started using really horrible language. Stuff I’d never heard before—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 persisted, “Darling, you have 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 reality of married life setting in.
