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

handbag was tucked carefully beneath the seat, and everything about her suggested she had expected a peaceful flight.

Then she looked at Owen.

Her mouth tightened.

“If that baby starts screaming,” she said, “I hope you plan to do something about it.”

For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood her.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said I’m not spending six hours listening continue reading …