Several years ago, when I lived in New York and flew to customer sites often, my wife would usually drop me off at Newark N.J. Airport and pick me up when I returned. On one trip, I was only going to be gone for a few days, so I drove myself and parked the car at Newark.
When I returned, the weather was lousy, and it was late at night. I wanted nothing more than to get home to the comfort of my wife and my own bed. When I arrived, the storm was very loud, with crashing thunder and severe lighting. As i came into my bedroom at 2 a.m., I found my two children Alex 3 and Cindy 12, in bed with my wife, Carolyn, apparently 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 is 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, Carolyn and the children picked me up in the terminal at the appointed time. Since the plane was late, everyone had to come into the terminal to wait for my plane's arrival, along with hundreds of other folks waiting for their arriving passengers.
As I entered the waiting area, Alex saw me and came running, shouting, "Hi, Dad! I've got some good news!"
As I waved back, I said loudly, "Hi, Alex! And what is 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.
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