The Fry side

Henry and I have a running gag (or at least he thinks it’s funny). Every time I’m on a business trip, he sleeps with mom, and he feels like he’s getting away with something sleeping on my side of the bed.  I’m on the road again this week. The other day I called home after a particularly nasty day at work. I mean, everything that could have gone wrong that day did. I was pretty stressed out, and Kristine and Henry heard it in my voice. Before Kristine hung up the phone, Henry insisted on saying one more thing to me. I said, “what is it?” He said, “I’m sleeping on your side of the bed.” Henry got me to laugh for the first time all day.

dad's side

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