Pascal the mask eating French Baby

There's this baby that has captured about four aisles of attention on the plane I'm now on. Let's call him Pascal. Really cute little boy a little older than a year I'd guess. Pascal's parents seem about 25 or so. When the plane started to pressure up, he started crying. Then this precious little one seemed a little scared so he cried a little louder. The mother being overly self conscious about the crying started doing everything in her power to quiet the little one. I've been in her shoes albeit it's been quite a while so I felt sorry for her, the baby and the husband. The mother started to try to get the baby's mind off of the fact that security at that particular airport was lax and that now they were hurling thru the air in a compressed tube of air with people the didn't know.
No. Wait.
That last part was more me than the baby but anyway.
The mother got the baby's attention by turning on and off the light above her. This worked and the baby giggled. So the father tried the same thing. Pascal giggled again (I did too but only a little bit). When the mother stopped turning on and off the light the baby would look at her with an expression like "Hey what tha hell?" but in a lil baby French accent. ("Sac re Bleu!" i think) So what does the mother do? What every parent including myself has done; create a strobe light for the other
passengers so the baby won't cry. Now aside from getting a small seizure from the strobe light in seat 7A, I did eventually get used to it. So I went back to my paperwork. That's when I heard the French cuss words. I look up and over and noticed the baby giggling and the mother and father looking panicked. Apparently you are only supposed to depress the little light bulb symbol 57 times and not 58 before
giving it a break...............because that is precisely what it will do. The light bulb fell into the mothers lap! Then a few seconds later the little yellow air mask that the flight attendants have always shown us only we've never actually seen one fall except on the number 1 hit television show "Lost", falls!
Anyway as soon as the mask falls about twenty of us simultaneously look out the window to see if everything was still OK. It was. I giggled a nervous laugh. Very nervous at first. I mean I am flying from Canada whose claim to fame is Maple Syrup, Canadian Bacon, and Hockey. Not airport security. Meanwhile Pascal, is eating the yellow mask. I mean eating it like there is little baby catnip on it. He must be teething, because if memory serves, I thought I was sure they took "Gerber's Lil Baby Catnip" off the market. The much older French couple behind the young parents decided to help. Trying to get Pascals attention by acting like their fingers were the Itsy bitsy spider. It worked. Well for me anyway. I was mesmerized by the older woman's perfect nails at the end of her fat yet surprisingly still beautiful fingers. She very sweetly made Pascal forget about his parents freaking out with her "Not so Itsy Bitsy Spider". The older woman begins to cough because she giggled, and not a normal cough. Like the term "death rattle" kind of cough. Like the kind of cough Doc Holliday had. The kind of cough that seems to go on wayyyyyyy too long (like this analogy) while she infects the entire plane with her French Canadian tuberculosis. I know what your thinking. You're thinking, "Sac re Bleu!" but I'm OK. I just held by breath for 60 second increments and when I did breathe I did it through my shirt, and I continued to type. Do you know why? Because the story of Pascal had to be told, that's why.
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