^ What he said. You pay for economy, you get noisy kids and fat neighbours. You want peace and space? Pay for first class. Personally, I've rarely noticed screaming kids, both before and after having kids of my own.

Funny story, southwest flight home from Orlando, our then-5-year-old was sick and puked. Luckily mostly into a blanket, so easy cleanup, but not before the odor crept a few rows forward and the poor woman barfed from the smell :)

Yeah, no parents wants to be that parent, and we do what we can to keep the kids happy (including brandy!). But if you don't want that, just upgrade your seat.

I blend out kids pretty well after having my own. Often I had someone mention the annoying screams on a plane and I'd go "what screams?". That one rug rat there is a bit close - you probably got kicked, but sounds like you weren't in a cross-continental flight, so a couple beers and you are good! :)

G

you guys could debate Mother Teresa!! :)

the mom was cool. she was pretty sympathetic to the two solo dudes on each side. the guy at the aisle offered to trade seats, but no..she wanted the man barriers to corral the kid. kid was cute!! but man..she took a dump that was like a ..well, you know..we've all done it..maybe even in your pants. :)

mom was so tired..i helped get her bags off the conveyor and took her curbside to wait for the poor dad that was going to have some kid handed off to him ASAP.

yes it stunk..but the entire plane shared and suffered..hahaha..it was just so funny.

my first leg the flight attendant high-fived me on the empty seat lotto next to me..i hesitated saying i didnt want to jinx my leg into oakland..she said.."oh, dont worry, lightning never strikes twice..you're jinxed" she called it. perfectly.

You are a hero and a good guy.

That is all!

Was the mom hot? How about some photos?

I was the Mom with the kid. Bulkhead window. Anchorage to Cleveland. Longest leg. Maybe Sea-Tac to Cle. Been a while.

Fat-ass sow plops down in the middle seat. Huge. 400+. Arm rest overlap is an understatement. This cow had a third of my shoulder space and I had a kid on my left leg.

Batch never said a word to me. Four and one half hours of hell. Saw me struggling, not one hint of empathy. I could not eat the meal for lack of room while she scarfed hers.

One of my co workers was on his way home from a holiday with his young family in Mexico. Apparently for 3 or 4 days his boy hadn't pooped. (I know Mexico and not pooping doesn't seem to go together) After two hours into a 5 hour flight the little monkeys tummy started to rumble. Then the rumbling got louder and louder until the Mount Vesuvius of poop eruptions sent crap streaming up from his diaper to his shoulders.
Borrowed clothes and 1000 wet naps later......