An Experiment in Radical Niceness

NYC I'm a baby hater. Always have been - at least until nine months ago when this guy was born. As I write this my family and I are minutes away from boarding a red-eye flight from New York to Buenos Aires and incurring all kinds of sideways looks. I am about to become the traveling parent I have spent my whole life hating. Karma's a bitch.

So what happens if I preempt the cosmic forces of baby-hating karma by giving out earplugs and chocolates with sweet notes attached to anyone seated nearby? Will the passengers treat us better than I expect? Will the flight attendants go out of their way to help us out? We're about to find out...