blowjob

They're sitting at the kitchen table, eating dinner when they get their first parental education lesson.

"What's a blowjob?" Comes the question from the little five year old sitting opposite them.

Donna, choking on her wine, turns to Harvey who is gaping like a fish and staring straight ahead.

"Um, what honey?" Donna responds, wiping her mouth of the wine she barely held down. There's no way she could have heard that correctly.

"A blowjob," their daughter repeats around a mouth full of pasta.

Harvey, still frozen in time, just turns to Donna unable to breath, let alone form a sentence.

"Sweetie, where did you hear that word?"

"Uncle Mike was on the phone with Aunt Rachel and I heard him say it," the little redhead said with a shrug, unaware that her parents are about to blow a gasket.

Donna and Harvey both glance at each other, communicating wordlessly, and then it's only thirty seconds after that Harvey is rising from his chair and grabbing his phone from the kitchen island, heading into the next room, muttering, "I'm gonna fucking kill him."