I tend to avoid confrontation, as it makes me feel icky, but I've got the matching constitutional component of not letting most stuff get to me. Still, when I'm tired, and especially while traveling, my ID takes over.
Last year I flew over 15 times (too much for me) and near the end of that we got a 4-year-old with severe parental issues (read on) and confinement issues in the row behind us. Kicking constantly. Kick. Kick. Writhe, kick. Squirm. Kick. Kick. His mommy didn't want to upset him though! She gently offered that he "might" want to put on his seatbelt over and over and over and over and... She never told him he had to...she suggested he might "wish to."
Anyway, two hours into having our kidneys kicked and listening to this pathetic excuse for a parent I'd had it -- I whirled around and said: "KNOCK IT OFF."
Well the poor baby must have looked so...chastised! Because Mommy quickly assured him that "some people were never children, honey."
I had to stop and just grind my teeth at that point because I realized I was dealing with a RANK IDIOT. And its spawn.
BTW I would pay more (and I'm a mom) to fly on child-free flights. Pet-free too. Stupid yappy dogs...but that's another story.
