Boy, Can A Four Year Old Be Loud!
Several years ago, I returned home from a trip just when a storm hit, with
crashing thunder and severe lightning. As I came into my bedroom about 2
a.m., I found my two children in bed with my wife, Patty, apparently scared
by the loud storm. I resigned myself to sleep in the guest bedroom that
night. The next day, I talked to the children, and explained that it was
o.k. 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 OK. After my next trip
several weeks later, Patty and the children picked me up in the terminal at
the appointed time. Since the plane was late, everyone had 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, 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 goodnews?"
"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.
