When I have kids they are not going to be brought up to be attention-seeking, whinging, disrespectful brats. Not if I can help it. They will be well-behaved on longhaul flights from an early age, just like the majority of little ones on today's flight. Hopefully.
The same can unfortunately not be said of the 2 year old mogwai monster sat four seats along from me from London to Sydney. Dear god. For the (short) periods it was asleep, blissful peace to be had. The moment it woke up, the non-stop screaming and kicking started. After observing this for, ooh, the best part of 20 hours, it was very clear to all of us in the vicinity grinding our teeth, that this was a classic case of clueless and/or overly liberal parenting. The moment mum or dad gave it attention, be it food, cooling water on the face, playtime, whatever, the noise stopped. Way to go guys. It's not his fault at the moment, but I'd hate to meet the horror he will turn in to. Next time, start with a pet for practice. Or just call Super Nanny.
It's certainly provided me with a new record for lack of sleep on a longhaul flight.
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