Tiff, I had a little girl about three in my row going home. She was in the window seat, her mom in the middle and I was in the aisle seat. She was like a little monkey. Climbing all over, standing on the tray table, sitting on the head rest of the seat in front of her (her daddy was in that seat). The flight attendant finally suggested to her mom that she be put in her seat as the plane was not a toy. She didn't bother me, I had xanax. Probably should have offered the mom some.
Then there was the little seat kicker behind me who swallowed his gum and thought he was going to die. His grandmom had to keep reassuring him that he would be okay, it would eventually come out.
Grandmom: "It's okay, Alexander, it'll come out"
Alexander: "I'm not going to die?"
Grandmom: "No. Alexander, you'll be okay. It's going to come out."
Alexander: "It'll come out in my poop?"
Grandmom: "Yes, Alexander, it'll come out in your poop but that's not something we should be sharing with the whole plane."