We just took a super long flight. Well, technically it was one relatively short flight followed by an overnight flight.
You know when you get on an airplane and you see that baby and you think "aw, cute baby! Hope she doesn't scream during the flight." Come on, I know you've had that thought. I have too. And I admit - my baby was that baby on both of our flights.
Flying with kids is hard. We didn't buy a seat for my littlest one because we don't have to until she is 2 and frankly, flying is really expensive, whether you use miles or dollars so why buy a fifth seat if you don't have to? Anyway, as my baby was arching her back, flailing and screaming at the top of her lungs (she happens to have a fantastic set of pipes and everyone in the nearest 700 rows could hear her) I thought, well, I'm trying my best and this sucks for everyone including me. She's having a tough day and while this may be disruptive to others, I would certainly change it if I could! I am certain that the woman sitting next to my eldest daughter with her fingers in her ears did not share my calm mindset.
Anyway, I digress. When we awoke from flight #2 in the morning after a fitful night, breakfast had been placed on our trays. Before I could even blink, my son had opened a little container of what masquerades as jam and began licking it and scooping it out with his fingers. Ugh. I asked him if he licks jam like this at home. No, he said, he doesn't. I'm not sure what would compel him to do it on the flight but it's a tricky situation as a parent.