I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

eyebrows drew together.

I knew that expression.

Dean used to joke that Hallie had been born with the soul of a tiny lawyer. Whenever she thought something was unfair, she became frighteningly calm.

I gave her a look that said, Please don’t.

She sat back.

Thankfully, Owen slept through takeoff.

For almost two hours, he barely moved. I held him against me continue reading …