“My see” were the words my two-year-old daughter, Maggie, used as she extended her arms toward an older woman sitting in the window seat on a spring-break flight to Mexico. The adult translation of those words is “Excuse me, ma’am, your window seat is better than my middle seat. I would really love to jump on your lap so I can look out that window.”This woman was obviously well versed in the language of baby babble and knew exactly what Maggie was saying. She pulled up the armrest, held out her arms, and without hesitation, Maggie plopped onto her lap.
