Kudo's to the crew for doing the right thing!!!
The kid will continue to throw tantrums only as long as she can get away with it!
Sometimes you have to wait till your kids grow up to travel....or travel some place close to home.
I flew to Italy with my 2-1/2 year old son.
Not a peep either way. Go figure.
My kids have never been allowed to throw a tantrum in public. They had a few in the privacy of our own home...they learned quickly that tantrums cost them, usually a small measure of hyde. At 12 and 17, they are fairly well behaved!
Did the other passengers give a standing ovation?
So,in a case like this, the airline simply wouldn’t book them on another flight at no additional cost?
And the pilot said “DON’T MAKE ME TURN THIS PLANE AROUND!”
Sounds like their little emo child needed a whipping! Those tantrums left unchecked get really nasty when they are teenagers and then worse consequences as adults.
We always traveled with our 3 kids from the day they were born. So they were used to it, and rarely gave us any problems. When they were babies they would fall asleep as soon as the plane took off, or as soon as our car got on the road. As they got a little older, they were able to feet themselves, etc., they LOVED the airline food. That was back when you always got a meal. They took their coloring books, and drawing materials, and as they got older they took their video games, later I-Pods, etc. So I had no idea how blessed and lucky we were and are! They are all adults now. We HAD to fly a lot because we had out house south of Houston Texas, our house in San Marino California, and the grandparents in Oklahoma & Colorado. We flew a lot back and forth, and our kids always thought it was fun! The kids were pre-school thru early elementary school.
But I flew on Continental one time when the three people behind me were not pleasant to say the least. It was a young woman, and with her was a young retarded woman and her son. The son screamed and cried and kicked the back of my seat, the whole three hour flight from L A to Houston. I asked for ear phones. Back then you had to pay $5 for them. They refused to let me have any. At that time you had to have a coupon for them. I didn’t have an I-Pod or ear plugs with me. Now I have Bose Noise Cancelling Ear phones. Life is good.
What an amazing group of parents we have posting in here. Their 2 year olds are always well behaved and respect what their parents say at all times.
BULL SHIT!!!!!
The self righteous here are pathetic.
Looks like it's all about how wonderful she is. She sure didn't give a damn about anyone else.
Hotel and flight change fee = 2000 bucks? C'Mon...really?
My mom was a defacto-single mom a lot of the time during the war years (WWII) and immediately after.
My baby brother came along four years after me (I had older siblings too). By then my mom had learned a lot about raising kids, and a lot about her own level of tolerance (not much) for things she would not put up with.
My baby brother would throw tantrums.
Though only in 1st grade, I walked to and from school and often walked home for lunch. My baby brother was about two years old then.
Twice, I came home for lunch; finding my mom sitting quietly at the breakfast table enjoying her lunch and my little brother lying nearby on the living room rug, breathless, silent and turning blue.
My mom would nonchalantly tell me: “Leave him alone. He threw a tantrum and now he's holding his breath. He'll quit in a minute and start breathing on his own. If I pick him up he'll notice I've rescued him and then he'll expect that holding his breath gets my attention when throwing a tantrum doesn't. I won't do it. He has to quit throwing a fit and he has to stop holding his breath just to get my sympathy. Now, your lunch is here on the table; take off your jacket and go ahead and eat. Your brother will be fine in a minute.“.
It scared the heck out of me and I felt real sorry for my little brother; but each time, sure enough, he'd eventually take a big gulp of air, start breathing and start sobbing softly. He'd crawl or walk over to where my mom sat and sit himself down near her feet, quit sobbing and just sit there, saying nothing, as if to apologize.
I know, as a child, we thought my mom was kinda mean at times, but as time went on we grew to learn she was just smart, and that she had no time for nonsense, for foolishness or for stupidity. When you knew you were to blame for your own trouble you knew you'd get no sympathy from her.
Aaaaand that’s why I will not step onto a plane with my young children. My kids don’t really throw tantrums (on rare occasions,yes) but seeing that kids tend to be chatty (especially my little 20-month old) it may be best to travel in-state for now (ha, not that we can afford to fly anyways!)
Joe, for whatever it’s worth, I’d like to share an experience on here. It might help other people. However, let me first say that as another poster so aptly stated on this thread, sometimes you have to give up (i.e. wait) certain opportunities until your children are older. People can live without flying.
I was 17 the first time I ever flew on a plane. We flew Cleveland to Los Angeles. I think it was a direct flight. The plane was very big and there was this wonderful recreational area with tables and seats, where I ended up spending time playing cards with my dad and brothers. I no longer recall the craft or airline.
Upon descent, I started experiencing terrible pain in my ears and along my jawline & side of my head. Excruciating. The stewardess brought me gum, but none of the usual “tricks” worked. I thought my head would explode. I sobbed in agony while my poor father did his best to comfort me. Meanwhile, I looked around and saw everyone else smiling and normal; and realized I was the only one experiencing this horror. It took a couple of days for my ears to “pop” and return to normal.
I was terrified to return home and - you guessed it - same deal going back. From then on, I dreaded flying, but I did fly a few more times, always experiencing this same situation; of course, none were ever as bad as the CLE-LA flight.
Sometime in 1988, I met a brilliant doctor through my work. I told him of my experience and he talked to me about how they pressurize the cabins and that some airlines were cheap and didn’t pressurize as well, etc. etc. He told me to take antihistamines before flying. He said I was experiencing what a person who would have a bad cold might experience while flying. Anyway, the end of the story is that I have taken Sudafed before every flight I have ever done since then - I take them about 45 minutes b/f the take-off and throughout the flight. They don’t help if I need to sleep, but it sure beats wanting to rip your hair out. I have had some discomfort on a few trips and literally nothing on more. I can’t imagine what my life would be had my friend not told me of this remedy, since I have traveled all over the world.
The reason I share this story is I have often wondered if some of the small children I have seen do not experience what I have, but they are too little to tell their parents.
I’m not saying this is the case of the toddler having a tantrum,since a 2 year old can talk and show that they are in pain, but I’ve seen babies screaming bloody murder and just cringe wondering if the poor thing has my malady. One never knows.
Good. If the kid isn’t old enough to fly peacefully, stay home. I don’t need to suffer because your brat is a jerk.