The first time I ever flew was from Alaska Territory to Seattle, when I was a very short person. We were getting ready to take off and I wanted my coloring book. NO ONE on that plane was the slightest bit interested in whether I had that coloring book. They just wanted me to sit down and shut up. What a simple solution. Not for them.
I had a nap. It was better than nothing.
I guess my next thing should be organizing more day camp paperwork.