Reader's Digest, August, 1997, p. 139, contributed by Jennifer L. Daugherty.
My husband, two-month-old daughter and I were flying to Kansas for a family wedding and met up with my father on a connecting flight. He was sitting in business class and felt guilty because we were in coach.
To compensate, Dad made his way to the back of the plane after take-off, bringing with him some first-class goodies and taking my fidgety daughter up front with him for a few minutes. Just then a woman behind me, who had seen the whole thing, leaned forward and asked, "Did you just trade that baby for a couple of packs of pretzels and some cookies?"