Milano

I just arrived in Milano, Italy for another season of fashion shows and had a crazy flight. There was a young couple, who had a small child, maybe 4 or 5 months old. The kid was precious and all of the flight attendants and passengers, including myself were cooing over the kid before takeoff.

Then it happened. We take off from JFK and the kid begins to cry. And cry. And cry. And cry some more. The poor child cried for 5 hours. Really. I couldn't believe that he cried so much. I felt awful for both him and his parents, as this once "cute baby" was now being perceived as a holy terror. Being a parent myself, I just went with the flow, kept my cool and listened to my IPOD, and read a book.