Aside from providing some priceless father-daughter bonding that has no expiration date ("Omigod, Dad, you made me wear a pumpkin suit for President Giuliani?"), the New Hampshire Primary has been a political Disney World for me. And the baby has been my VIP ticket.

Hearing me giddily describe Barack Obama's reaction to Dahlia's "Black Power" bib, my wife, Stacy, has teasingly compared me to a "pageant mom" desperate to put her child in the spotlight. But for me, this isn't about securing her Warholian 15 minutes of fame. There's just something amusing about making Dahlia a part of history while she's still blissfully unaware of the world's problems. It reminds me of the scenes in Forrest Gump where Tom Hanks' naive character meets JFK, Richard Nixon, and Elvis Presley.

Hopefully, my two children will still agree to be my political props four years from now. But to make sure that the next primary yields just as many photo-ops, I might just need to adopt or rent a baby for 2012.