It Was Supposed To Be An Easy Flight Home—Just A Few Quiet Hours In The Air, A Movie, Maybe Some Sleep. But Halfway Through, Peace Gave Way To The Unmistakable Rhythm Of A Small Foot Repeatedly Slamming Into The Back Of My Seat. At First, It Was Just A Gentle Tap, The Kind Of Thing You Try To Ignore. But Before Long, It Turned Into Steady, Deliberate Kicks, The Seat Jerking Slightly Each Time.