I was flying with my three month old son. He was strapped to me in a sling as I read a magazine in my middle seat. I had booked the seat beside me for him in case either one of us needed some space. About forty minutes into the flight, a child and her dad come over. The child plonks herself down in the seat next to me, arms outstretched.
Dad says: Can she hold the baby?
I want to say: Eff off.
I really say: Sorry, honey, he’s sleeping.
Dad glares at me. Calls me an arrogant bitch and says his daughter just wanted to “pet him.”
I forgot that my child was a dog.