What I simply fail to understand is this..HOW? Everytime, and this is proved statistically, Everytime I fly, there HAS to be kids around me. Not just these regular coochicooing kids who giggle,gurgle and smile at you. Kids that just remind us what BRATS we were, when we were little.
This happened again. And yet again, I will write about it. There I was, looking arnd for my seat in the huge BOEING aircraft smiling at the fate of those who had kids around them. I did notice that EVERY row had a kid on flight. I snuggled into my window seat and took a cozy position. Everything was quiet for sometime and then,it happened.
A kid from the seat in the first row decided to spend sometime with the grandparents sitting right behind me. And the kid did come, and the kid did cry and the kid did scream and of course, the usual kick the seat in front of you act did happen. My patient half just smiled at me. It is almost there is an understanding among the kids on the flight. They decide to cry in unison or one after the other.
Well, time to face more kids..
