Some of you are still getting it twisted. No one is suggesting (that I've noticed) that it should be illegal to take your squalling brat on an airliner. We're just saying it's rude. Imagine if I showed up with a car alarm and a bag of fresh poop and sat down expecting to rub elbows with you for six hours. Why is this any different? So, you see, you ARE in fact expecting to be accorded some special status because you're a parent, no way around it.
Pretty much applies to all behavior on the plane....
.....I don't care if you're the greatest salesman in the history of the earth, I don't want to talk to you or discuss your line of work
.....Please Ms. Flight attendant, when I see you sitting in the jump seat a meter (about a yard for you unwashed masses) in front of me rubbing your feet, try washing your hands before you start passing out food and drink.
........sorry late, arrogant •, no I will not move my bag seven rows back because you showed up late, decided not to check your elephant size case and insist it must travel directly above your head.
....Hey jackwagon with a cold, that pocket in the seat in front of you is not the used kleenex holder
.....Sorry asshat, when they stroll by with the cart, that means food and drink are coming, no I won't move my tray and balance my meal and drink in the aisle while you pursue your weak bladder issues, plan ahead better.
.....No I'm not trading my exit row aisle seat for your middle seat so you can sit next to your wife. Perhaps she booked it that way because she hates you as much as I do right now for asking and then complaining about it for 30 minutes to everyone around you?