Nearly a lifetime ago, taking my six month son on a flight from Dallas to Philadelphia, I learned two important lessons. The second lesson, packing only two diapers on carryon, may not be a wise decision as he saturated his diaper in the airport bar, followed by filling the two spares with rather toxic loads shortly after takeoff. Fortunately, the flight attendant, actually a stewardess at that time, felt so compelled to rescue my young son from such an obviously incompetent father, took him from me, and aided by an elderly women next to me, they marched into first class, commandeered a linen napkin, and created a fine diaper substitute. I have no idea if they used an open seat, a tray table, the rest room or the pantry, but the kid seemed happy.

By the way, the first lesson I learned, other than a puppy, there is nothing that attracts young women in an airport bar more than a father traveling alone with a six month old baby.