My grown son once had a middle seat on a cross-country flight. He was seated between a family of three – dad on one side, mother on the other. With them, they had a young child who was restless and crying for much of the flight. When I asked about his trip, he said, "Mom, I was traveling with the Clumsy Tea Boy.” If you don’t know the story of the Clumsy Tea Boy, here’s how it goes.