The B word and the M word.

I walked up to my husband with a determined mind. Enough was enough.

Many a times he had been careless about it and many a times I had suffered it’s repercussions and the aftermath. As he frowned intently at the screen of his laptop, one finger about to press send to a work email, I confronted him.

‘From now on you cannot use the B word or the M word in front of our baby.’

My husband’s finger froze in mid-air, email forgotten, and a look of shock spread across his face.

‘Huh? What? I’ve never sworn at you and I can’t imagine swearing in front of her at all!’ he defended himself hotly.

I frowned, taking a step back and then laughed. My husband viewed me with caution as if staring at a volcano which might or might not erupt at any moment.

‘I meant the words – Biscuit or Milk.’ I clarified. ‘She’s begun to recognise words now. She wants both these things any time of the day if you mention it even once. I want her to eat healthy meals not just….’

‘Sal…’ my husband interrupted, his eyes darting from me to baby and then back.

‘What?’

He pointed at her.

It was too late. I turned around to see the baby point dangerously with forceful little shrieks. I was directed by the point to the specific cupboard that had the specific biscuit packet. The rich tea ones she wasn’t supposed to have.

I directed an accusing glare at my husband. He gave me a smug look wagging a finger at me, ‘Shouldn’t have used the B word.’

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