This weekend was marked by travel for many, excessive security lines for the not-so-few who were impacted by the Nigerian fail-blog stunt, and many, many, many horrible children.
I mean, seriously.
I get that infants can't help it that air-pressure changes hurt their soft-spots. I get that small children are naturally OCD, repeating "[motorboat sound] is a good song! [motorboat sound] is a good song!" over and over and over, tunelessly, for an hour, at the gate area because hey, it's STILL funny for them. I even get that, as a parent who has, like me, been traveling all day, you might not feel like chasing after your four-year old as he dashes maniacally through crowds of adults, at least not right away.
But could you at least pretend to be a little apologetic about it? Or at the very least not entitled?
I'd expound, but I'm nursing a sinus headache, compounded by no fewer than a dozen under-5's on my flight, all of them raised in the school of "you never say 'no' to your kid, lest it harm their precious self-esteem."
I dread the day when this batch is all 16, and STILL wrecking my flights...
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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