He didn't complain when she laughed at him for talking to her belly.

He never remarked on the curses she hurled at him in Italian, French and English during the labor.

He barely yelped when she choked him with his own tie.

He got over the embarrassment of getting her milk the first time he sucked on her nipples after she started nursing.

He willingly got up in the middle of the night for feedings and colic.

He even changed dirty diapers.

But this? He's lost all patience.

"Donna! No. C'mon� it's not that big a deal," he grumbles.

She sniffs a little, emotional over such an unimportant thing. "But it *is,* Josh."

He shifts the carrier holding his sleeping daughter. "It's not. It's just� she doesn't even know what's happening. She's too little. And she's sound asleep, in case you missed that."

"Yes, but she's here. It's a first."

"It is not a first," he says firmly.

"It is."

"Isn't."

"Is."

Josh groans and grabs Donna's elbow with his free hand, leading her into the building. "When did I become the sane one in this family?"

She frowns at him. "You don't think this is a day worth noting?"

"I do not. We can note it in eighteen years," he tells her.

"But�"

Josh shakes his head. "No. In eighteen years, when she's old enough to go behind the curtain without one of us and check her own boxes, then yes. Right now? Not so much."

"You're a spoilsport," Donna grumbles.

"Yes. It's my role in life," Josh agrees humbly, with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't care. I'm taking a picture." She pulls out the camera and takes a few steps back so she can get them both in the frame.

Josh stands still for it with barely restrained patience. "Are we done now?"

"Yes," Donna answers, beaming. She reaches for the carrier and tickles the sleeping baby. "Your first time voting!" she coos.

He rolls his eyes at her. "Fine. She voted. Can we, you know, not talk to her in public like that? Please?" There's a whiny petulant tone to his voice that he hates but can't seem to make go away.

Donna laughs. "Yes, *Dad*, I'll behave. But trust me, in two hours, you're going to be thanking me for this picture."

"No, I won't. And you know why? Because the President isn't going to care if a 3 month old went to the voting booths on Election Day when she can't even vote for his re-election."

Fifty minutes later, he's regretting his words when Santos asks him where the picture is and Donna proudly shows it off. He should know by now � like when she told him singing to the baby in utero was a good thing, and when she assured him the milk thing wouldn't happen again if they were careful, and when she coached him in putting on a diaper so it wouldn't fall off � that his wife was always right.

~end