The last flight I took was a five hour from Central America to Canada. My lucky stars, my seat was upgraded to business class! I was looking forward to a bit more room and perhaps quiet. But alas, it was not to be. I had two monstrous kidlets sitting behind me with no parent in sight. A flight attendant said, "oh, they are flying solo today!" Wonderbar! In front, there was an enormous tipsy lady from not sure where but didn't speak any language I know (and I speak 4).

The kidlets bashed the back of my seat and hit me on the head with their toys continuously. The lady in front opened the overhead compartment a dozen times, dropping her overstuffed backpack on me, every time. Then we hit some turbulence while the meals were being passed out and I ended up with tomato juice being split all over me! Next time I want the very back seat econo class, next to the exit!

I am the mother of four sons, Granny to 7 and the children I take out always behave. No is a great word to use, but only if the kidlets know what it means. Perhaps next time carry a couple of Chinese Finger traps to amuse them?