Travelling with young kids is a testing exercise designed to make the daily grind seem relatively painless, hence the value in family (non) holidays.
Imagine little Johnny, bored out of his brain, cooped up with a couple of hundred people in theatre-like seating, the narrowest of aisles, a few strange toilets and nowhere to go until the plane lands. The Bob the Builder cassette tape was long ago rendered useless due to flat batteries in the old family walkman.
It’s not long before boredom incites destructive or annoying behaviour as little Johnny finds alternate ways to amuse himself. Running up and down the aisles, adjusting the seats, pestering little brother, you get the drift.
A resourceful parent (who probably should have prepared something but was too busy mismanaging other matters) reaches for pencil and something to write on. Little Johny is then given the task of doing some writing.
For a few moments all is quiet and still (except for that idiot sitting behind who’s tapping your seat with his foot to the beat of whatever is playing in their headphones).
Before too long, the kid dismisses the task at hand and goes to have another play in the funny toilet room.
Two hours later your plane is back in Sydney and you are evacuated from the tarmac.
Why? There was a Bob Threat!
Alarmed not alert? Take a chill pill guys.