The Flight From Baby Hell

Ok, now today it was hard to stay civil.
Seven, count 'em, seven babies on my plane. Unnerving, but withstandable. But the people in charge of the passenger seating scheme were new or something, and so didn't seat any of the families together. That's right, mom in 2B and the eleven-month-old in 11A. And that's ok, except when it slowly dawns on you (as it did me) that this mushroom cloud is going to go down in the center aisle, eight rows away from where you can do anything about it. It was like playing Tetris with people. And there was a poodle on the flight, did I mention that? Oddly, it was the most well-behaved organism on the aircraft.
One kid with Fraggle-like sprigs of hair was cute enough until it blew a smoking hole in its diaper, and then mom needed a place to change it. As it so happens, there is an almost-baby-sized fold out table in the galley. That's right... nuclear infant ass right next to the consumables. Remember that next time you get a drink on a plane...