Once seated, I buckle in and take a sip of the hot coffee,[12] a luxury I wouldn’t have had if I was flying with children. A hot drink on an airplane with kids is an invitation to disaster, as one of them would surely crawl into my lap or jostle my elbow,[13] burning themselves – or more likely – me. I sit back and listen to the melodic[14] sound of French being spoken by the family in the next row without having to explain why those people are talking funny and that the language is called French; a conversation which would have probably ended with me drawing a map of Europe on a piece of paper to show my inquisitive[15] 6-year-old where France is located. And instead of trying to keep my 2-year-old from sitting on the tray table, the other two from hanging their heads over the seat in front of us or any of them from pushing the call button – I choose a movie for myself that is entirely inappropriate for children.
Then it happens. My nirvana is interrupted by the sound of a baby howling.[16] Soon the other babies on the plane join him. I sigh. So much for my peaceful, child-free journey. But then the flight attendant hands me my headphones, which I immediately slip on to muffle[17] the noise. The babies may be howling, but they aren’t mine.
Vocabulary
1. van: 轻型汽车;light: 轻松的。
2. crushing: 极度的。
3. trail: 拉,拖。
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