A young couple got married and left for their honeymoon.

When they returned, the bride immediately called her mother.

“How was the honeymoon, sweetheart?” her mother asked.

“Oh, Mum, it was wonderful! So romantic!” the bride gushed. But suddenly, her voice cracked, and she burst into tears.

“What’s wrong, dear?” her mother asked, alarmed.

“Mum, it’s Sam,” the bride sobbed. “As soon as we got back, he started using the most horrible language—words I’d never heard before! Awful, horrible four-letter words! You’ve got to come and get me! Please, Mum!”

Her mother tried to calm her down. “Sarah, take a deep breath. It can’t be that bad. What kind of four-letter words?”

“I can’t say them, Mum,” the bride wept. “They’re so embarrassing! Please just come get me!”

“Darling, you need to tell me what he said. What could be so terrible?”

Through her tears, the bride finally confessed, “Mum, he said words like dust, wash, iron, and cook!”