It was all over when they clapped. Any chance that anyone had of a restful, quiet 4-hour flight to Dallas was all over when the people in rows 18 through 20 clapped.
Victoria loves her some clapping.
As always, we waited until the last minute to board the plane for our annual flight to Texas for Christmas; pre-boarding kids is like showing up to a Kevin Costner movie early enough to see previews of other Kevin Costner movies. So yesterday morning, when everyone else was on board and strapped in, my wife and I herded our girls onto the plane. And as Victoria climbed up into her window seat at 17A, she saw the people behind her.
"Oh, hi!" she said to them. "I'm Victoria! And this," she pointed to me, "this is my Brian!"
The laughter was their first mistake. Talking to her was their second.
"Your Brian?" the woman directly behind questioned.
"Yes! My Brian! He's my friend! And now I'm going to sing a song!"
And so she did, standing up in her chair, looking out over the sea of people in the rows behind her, she belted out "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town." And the people clapped.
They clapped because she knew the words. They clapped because she sang those words well. They clapped because it was probably the cutest thing they had ever seen before 7 AM on a plane heading to Dallas. But most of all, they clapped because they did not know how many Christmas songs Victoria knew.
They know now.