A couple of months ago in the CO lounge at Gatwick, my preflight Bacardi was distrubed by the arrival of a rather noisy American family.

Junior's first act was to thrown himself in the chair next to his father and oppsite me. He then carefully placed his feet on the lounge table we shared.

A plaintive glance at his father, aformentioned brat and said feet on table elicited nothing. I politely inquired of the father as to Junior's age? "He's 14" came the answer....In response I assured his father that if El Bratto wanted to enjoy his 15th birthday then he should remove his paws from the table before I snapped them in two"

(Parenting skills. You either have them or you don't)

And, they moved away to another table too...win win as they say.