By ALISSA WARREN
To everyone who has ever been on a plane with children who do not belong to them,
I’d like to say, “Thank you”.
Because today I feel very sorry for a couple who were booted from a plane flying from the Dominican Republic to Missouri after their son lost the plot at take-off. His tantrum was so out of control that the family was escorted off the plane. Yikes. The father told KSDK: ‘[the attendant] said, well your son is too loud, you know, if you’re not going to keep him calm in the next three minutes, you guys are going to have to leave the plane.’
And so they did.
This is one of those moments where I think, “That could’ve been me”. But it wasn’t, because most fellow-passengers and flight attendants have cut me a little slack.
Like so many parents, me and my three kids have put passengers through torture. I’m not saying I’m wrong. I’m not saying I’m right. I’m just – head in hands – saying, thanks for putting up with us as me and my tribe may have invaded your every sense.
On behalf of me and my family – and let’s be honest – millions of other people who’ve ever flown with a small child, we say this:
Thanks for moving your bag off the seat at the departure gate so that we could play in the corner and my son could sit next to the big window and watch the planes taking off.
Thanks for letting my baby play peek-a-boo with you while you read the paper during the plane delay.
Thanks for ignoring her or you would have been playing it forever. And it would’ve sent us both crazy.
Thanks for not baulking when my other daughter pretty much wiped a booger on your expensive Country Road tote.
Thanks for listening to the Octonauts on full volume because all my kids had decided they wanted to watch the same show at the same time. Unheard of until this exact moment.
Thanks for helping me shove my bag in the overhead locker while I wrangled my children who were behaving like hungry goats.
Thanks for rolling your eyes. You and me both, buddy.