Flying back from San Francisco, over Chicago. It has been an uneventful flight so far. The woman next to me is flying with her 10-month-old son. She is on her way to her mother’s house where she will spend the final weeks of her second pregnancy. The son has slept for a good while and she has gotten some sleep, but now, he is awake, but she still needs rest. I tell her to try and rest and I will try to help. He is interested in the computer and wants to squirm around. It does take a village, even a small ad hoc village forty thousand feet over lake Michigan.