When my husband Clark booked our holiday flights, I thought it was one less thing to worry about. But at the airport, I found out he’d upgraded only himself and his mom to first class—leaving me in economy with our two kids. His excuse? “Mom needs the extra comfort on long flights.” As they sipped champagne and strolled off with smug smiles, I struggled to keep our toddlers calm in the noisy back row.

But instead of complaining, I stayed quiet—and started plotting. I wasn’t going to yell. I was going to teach Clark a lesson he wouldn’t forget. While they were distracted at security, I quietly slipped Clark’s wallet into my carry-on. He didn’t notice a thing. And once we were airborne, I waited for the perfect moment…Two hours into the flight, a flight attendant brought the bill for Clark’s luxury meal. That’s when panic hit—he realized his wallet was missing. No cash. No card. No clue.

He rushed back to economy, flustered, and asked me if I had it. I pretended to be surprised but calmly handed him just a small bill. “Maybe ask your mom to help,” I whispered with a smile.

Clark’s face turned red. The rest of the flight? Awkward silence between him and his mom, while I sat back and enjoyed my pretzels with a little extra satisfaction.

When we landed, he was still searching for his wallet. I never said a word. But you better believe—next time we fly, we’re all in first class… or no one is.