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I was on a packed flight to Seattle, sitting in my window seat when a woman rushed in with her kid and stopped at my row. The second I saw them, I knew this was going to be a problem. The kid pointed at my seat and started screaming, “I want the window!” The mom just smiled and said, “Can you switch? He will cry the whole flight.” I told her I booked it on purpose. She shrugged, sat down, and let him keep screaming like it was my fault. A flight attendant came over, and the mom immediately tried