Eric: Food is amazing up here. They gave me a warm towel 😍
Meanwhile, I’m cleaning spit-up with a random wipe from the floor. When we land, I’m dragging bags, babies, and what’s left of my sanity—while Eric emerges from the curtain yawning like he just left a spa.
At baggage claim, his dad beams at the twins, calls me “champion of the skies,” then turns to Eric with a glare sharp enough to curdle milk. Later that night, behind closed doors, Eric gets the lecture of a lifetime.
The next evening at dinner, his dad makes it official. When the waiter takes drink orders, he points at Eric and says flatly: “For him… a glass of milk. Since he clearly can’t handle being an adult.”
I nearly choked on my sparkling water while Eric sat in silence, humbled by dairy.
Two days later, my father-in-law casually drops this: “I updated the will. The twins and you are covered. Eric’s share? Well… it shrinks a little every time he forgets what comes first.”
Reader, let me tell you—priorities sharpen fast when inheritance is on the line.
On the way home, the airline offers Eric another upgrade. Except this time, his dad had written across the pass: Business class, one-way. Enjoy explaining it to your wife.
Now Eric was checking into a hotel “to reflect on priorities,” while I boarded economy with sticky tray tables, lukewarm juice, and the best company I could ask for—my twins.
At the gate, Eric leaned close and whispered, cheeks pink: “So… any chance I can earn my way back to economy with you?”
“We’ll see,” I said, handing him the diaper bag. “Step one—no warm towel jokes for the rest of your life.”
Parenting, priorities, and payback—what would YOU have done in this situation? Share your thoughts below!