We found an empty gate for Cooper to play, and really all he wanted to do was chew on some armrests and play with the newspaper when Daddy wouldn't let him walk out into the concourse.
Our little daredevil certainly trusts Mommy and Daddy to catch him when he vaults from his seat:
Once in his seat on the plane, the instruction card made for some chewable time-wasting. Plus, he learned all about buckling his seatbelt properly and where the exits were located:
He also made new sleepy-time friends around us:
Eventually, either from all the formula I poured in him or the plane's air pressure, our little man petered out for the last hour of the flight: