A quick insert

Yes. . . Christmas character. . . coming. . . need more time.

Instead

Had a wonderful afternoon with Noel. We dressed up and went to see a local dance company put on a Christmas show. Great music: all Christian, all lifted high to the Lord--very cool.
Noel liked most of it, really liked the suckers I threw in my purse (so glad I did that!), sat on my lap the whole time so that she could see. I liked her there. I could whisper to her. I could hug her. I don't get a lot of time one-on-one with my girl.
Then. . . after one of the dances. . .while the lights were out. . . while they were changing dancers and music. . . while it was completely quiet in the theater. . . Noel sat up and burped. Loudly.

Lots of chuckling from the folks sitting around us. I shook my head, smiled a bit, pulled her close, and explained that burping in public isn't really acceptable. Let's try to not do that again.

Gary's response when I told him about it over dinner?

"That's my daughter."