My recent experience offers a different spin on this topic.
I traveled from Seattle to Orlando by myself last December. Our plane was full and I was in one of the last zones to board. I could hear a kid having a fit on the plane as I made my way to my seat. I thought to myself that I probably would have the bad luck of sitting next to him. Of course I was the lucky one. Mom was sitting at the window with Junior, a boy about 2-3, sitting in the middle seat. Junior was speaking Italian, but it was easy to understand he was unhappy.
Junior would alternate between jumping in his seat or kicking the seat in front of him. I totally sympathized with Mom. I've been there myself, so I hoped he would calm down once the plane got in the air. Our flight was delayed for some reason and we sat for another 15 minutes or so. I took advantage of the airport wifi and tried to occupy my time. Suddenly I was hit with the distinct smell of poo. Junior had an accident. I turned to Mom and told I would stand up so she could use the bathroom. She just gave me a blank stare. Maybe she was afraid of getting up so close to take off or maybe there was a language barrier, I thought.
I was getting sick from the smell and people around us were starting to make comments. Finally the plane takes off and the seatbelt sign is turned off. Junior is screaming now and I get up just to take in some fresh air. Still no movement from Mom. I get back in my seat and just sit and close my eyes...trying to not get mad at this overwhelmed, but clueless mom. It took her almost an hour into the flight before she finally pointed for me to let her into the aisle.
They return with clean clothes, but Junior is still having a tantrum. Luckily Mom takes the middle seat and Junior starts playing with the window shade. Beverages are served and it takes 30 seconds for Junior to kick Mom's tray and send her water (thank goodness it was water) all over me. Mom doesn't even offer any look of remorse, as I offer her some of my kleenex to wipe Junior's juice off her lap.
Now pay attention to this part of the story.....A man walks up to our row and says to Mom, "I'm going to the bathroom, should I take him along?" Mom answers in perfect English, "yes, and put this shirt on him". She then passes Junior over me. I turn to her and ask, "Is that your husband?" She says yes. I tell her that he can have my seat when he returns. I look behind me and see an aisle seat three rows behind ours. I gather my things and stand up...overjoyed that I can enjoy the last two hours of my flight. Dad returns and I tell him he can have my seat. He stops me and tells me that he was taking a nap and will NOT change seats with me.
The people around us, just stare at Dad in disbelief! I sit back down, shocked that Dad would subject a stranger to his son's bad behavior. Junior screams for another hour before it is revealed to all of us that he wants to nurse. Mom reluctantly nurses him to sleep while Junior's head is practically in my lap! (I have no problem with nursing, just the invasion of space)
So my question is this....how would you feel if a parent intentionally wanted to sit away from their child?