We have traversed the Atlantic a few times with my son. The first time was excruciating. He was young enough to share a seat with me, but he was a big active kid and we were stuck in with people surrounding us. Thankfully, the lady sitting to our right was a grandma and very kind and patient and mesmerised by his charms. Food was a good distraction. Snacks that took time to eat, like Cheerios and small tactile things where he could focus his attention for a decent period of time. I also discovered, coincidently on this trip, that my son loves to sort and organise, so giving him a tray with separated sections, and then a jar of coins kept him busy for a crazy amount of time. He just started doing it… pennies in one spot, nickels in another and so on. He was less than two years old this first trip. When he was older, he loved the inbuilt movies he could choose and when he didn’t like that, we had a laptop fully charged and CD’s of tried and true movies we knew he would watch over and over. Now, he is 7 and is reading books, so I am sure, if we EVER get the chance to travel abroad again, he will be fine.