Several years ago, I returned home from a trip just as a
storm hit, with crashing thunder and severe lightning.

As I entered my bedroom about 2 AM, I found my two
children in bed with my wife, Karen, scared by the loud
storm.

I resigned myself to sleeping in the guest
bedroom that night.

The next day, I talked to the children, and explained
that it was okay to sleep with Mom when the storm was
bad, but when I was expected home, please don't sleep
with Mom that night.

They said okay.

After my next trip several weeks later, Karen and the
children picked me up in the terminal.

Since the plane
was late, everyone had come into the terminal to wait
for the plane's arrival, along with hundreds of other
folks waiting for their arriving passengers.

As I entered the waiting area, my son saw me and came
running shouting, "Hi, Dad! I've got some good news!"

As I waved back, I said loudly, "What's the good news?"

"The good news is that nobody slept with Mommy while you
were away this time!" Alex shouted.

The airport became very quiet, as everyone in the
waiting area looked at Alex, then turned to me, and then
searched the rest of the area to see if they could
figure out exactly who his mom was.