The best is when they let the parents board the plane first. Last time that happened, we looked at our kids (10 and 13) and tried to figure out if it still meant us. Heck yeah, out of my way suckers! Parents privilege.
Almost made up for the time when I was blissfully holding my daughter, sitting outside at the pub. It was a lovely summer day. I felt something wierd ..."how did I get mustard on my shirt?" Of course it was poo all over my white t shirt and I had to walk all the way through the pub to go try and clean it in the sink. This happened when she was a baby, not recently!