Udo’s practicing that awful modern belief that kids are “just yelling.”
Time and again I’ve seen parents doing things that are obviously terrifying to a baby, that is reacting like any little ape, howling its distress call for its troop to come save it. Their response is always, “Oh, s/he’s just crying.”
Yes, s/he’s crying, you mindless womb and testes; you’ve got that child in a little push cart where s/he can’t see you, ramming the poor kid forward through a crowd of alien legs, in a big echoing terminal, or a huge open street. Of course s/he’s terrified! Are you too stupid to breed?
If the baby’s crying, the baby’s in trouble. OKAY? D’uh.
And that includes on an airplane. If the bad air pressure hurts an adult, consider what it’s doing to the baby. I’ve been half-blind with pain as a plane descended after a six-hour flight, and watched a little huddle of children rubbing their ears and wailing for an explanation for why their heads feel like they’re coming apart. But no, granny’s got to see the kids. Granny, it’s your DNA. You want it to survive with its hearing intact? Your life is nearly over. Give the kids a chance, for once!
