“Oh, uh,” he said, barely glancing up from his phone, “Mom and I are in first class. You’re with the kids in economy.”For a second, I thought he was joking. He wasn’t.I stared at him, incredulous. “Let me get this straight. You and your mother are flying first class, while I’m back in economy with two kids under five?”Clark shrugged. “It’s just a few hours, Soph. You’ll manage.”Oh, I’d manage alright.

As if the situation wasn’t absurd enough, his mother Nadia waltzed over, oozing smugness. “Are we ready for our luxurious flight, Clark?” she purred, her designer luggage rolling behind her like an obedient servant.I watched them head toward the first-class lounge, leaving me in a sea of economy-bound parents wrangling strollers and snack bags. But as the gate agents began boarding, a spark of inspiration hit me. If Clark thought he was escaping into luxury, he was sorely mistaken.