At the airport, the agent handed Eric his boarding pass and smiled. “You’ve been upgraded again, sir.” His face turned pale. The ticket sleeve had a note in bold handwriting: “Business class again. Enjoy. But this one’s one-way. You’ll explain it to your wife.” His dad had booked Eric a solo stay at a hotel so he could “reflect.” I laughed so hard I nearly cried. As I walked toward economy with the twins, Eric trailed behind and whispered, “Any chance I can earn my way back to economy?”