Sleeping with Mom

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, 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 on the night I was expected home, I would appreciate it if they didn't sleep with Mom. They agreed.

After my next trip several weeks later, my wife 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?"

"Nobody slept with Mommy while you were away this time!" he shouted.

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