"She looks like you," Hamilton gently says -- not a correction, just an addition. That little dusting of dark hair, the eyes that Hamilton feels sure have Aaron's deepness to them already.

Theodosia does not like this interruption. For a moment or two she's just stunned, her little mouth open in surprise, and then she wails.

Hamilton is concerned by the abrupt reversal, but he takes Theodosia, who buries her face in his shirt and screams, trading her for the full cup of water. He perches down next to Aaron.

As hard as it is to retain any personal dignity with an extremely affronted baby in his arm, he asks, "Does it hurt? Can I help?"