Yeah, I know, right? The little jerk should be practicing to be a grown up, and playing on his iPhone 5C, while letting his sugar and testosterone levels build up to a nice crescendo during the flight, so that indignant passengers with no children can give exasperated sighs and do little non-virtual rolleyes to themselves.

If my idiot son wants to childishly play cars in the concourse, amid indignant tools, I hope he has a good time. I hope he picks a good one, because cars are really cool to him, and I hope has a blast. Then, he can do like he always does, and be a pleasure to fly with.