The sounds of gentle rain drumming against the house, the gray overcast that colored the room in with a cozy darkness, the peace and quiet of that seemed unbreakable; days like these were a treat.

After a very productive training session, you returned home and cleaned up with the intention to relax. But, as you were walking through the living room, you accidentally stubbed your toe and let out a curse. And as if on cue, you felt a sharp burning pain on your behind, turning around to see your wife and her slightly narrowed eyes, and you child in her arms.

"Don't give me that look; you know what you did."

She moved closer, pointing the same finger she beamed you with into your chest and speaking with a cool authority.

"Don't curse in front of the baby again, or the next one will hit the front."