This happened on my last flight. After a draining business trip, all I wanted was a few quiet hours to sleep before returning home. I had just settled into my seat and closed my eyes when a small voice behind me started chattering excitedly. The little boy—maybe seven years old—seemed full of energy and curiosity, peppering his mother with endless questions. Normally, I find children’s enthusiasm charming, but that day, exhaustion made every sound feel like a drum in my head.
Soon, the tapping on my seat began—gentle at first, then more persistent. I tried to ignore it, hoping it would stop. His mother whispered to him to calm down, and the flight attendant kindly reminded him to be careful.
