"This little piggy went ta the market," was the first thing T'Pol heard when she entered their quarters. She found the story somewhat disconcerting, especially as it involved the digits of Elizabeth's feet, and preferred Mother Goose.

That, however, was not her focus at the moment. "Charles," she began. "I learned a most interesting fact from Ensign Miller today."

He would've asked what it was, but he could sense that she wasn't too happy, so he waited for her to volunteer the information. Ensign Miller worked with her in the Science Department, and he wondered what the petite towhead had said to upset T'Pol so much. He picked Elizabeth up and walked over towards his wife.

"She informed me that "Ring Around the Rosie" is about a traumatic event in Earth's history known as the "Black Death." A more scientific name for it is the "Bubonic Plague." Why are you singing about this event to an infant?"

"I know about the Plague, T'Pol. They only told us about it every other year in history class, from sixth grade on up."

"You are evading the point. "Ring Around the Rosie" is a song about this devastation. Why are you singing it to Elizabeth?"

He shrugged. "It's a cheerful tune, T'Pol. She doesn't know what it means. It's just fun."

"It does not sound remotely "fun," Charles. I believe that a more accurate description would be "macabre." Surely there are less distasteful songs you can sing."

"I'll have ya know that "Ring Around the Rosie" is a classic," retorted Trip. "Besides, I haven't heard you singin' much."

"I rarely sing, however, I have sung to Elizabeth on several occasions."

"Really?" It was evident that he wanted to hear her sing. "What're ya singin'?"

"A rhythmic song about the rising and setting of the sun. It is often used to soothe Vulcan children, and Elizabeth has responded to it well."

"I can't wait ta show her the sunset."

"I believe that in several years she will appreciate the sight."

Trip gathered Elizabeth and T'Pol in a gentle hug. "We've just got ta get her, T'Pol."

"We must be patient."

"I know, but what if they say no?"

"We will appeal the decision."

"And then?" he asked, although he was rather afraid of the answer. She didn't reply right away, and he waited, looking over her back and the crib and feeling the comfort of having T'Pol and Elizabeth in his arms.

"I do not know," T'Pol said. "We must simply hope, Charles." Trip knew that she did not like how helpless she was. "I have found no other course of action."

Silence reigned for a moment, and then he recalled the earlier topic of their conversation. "Um, T'Pol?" He'd thought of another children's custom she probably would object to.

"Yes?"

"Have ya heard of the Tooth Fairy?"

As it turned out, the subjects to disagree on were virtually endless. A day after the "Ring Around the Rosie" discussion, Hoshi was able to get the couple real estate listings.

"It appears that we have vastly different opinions on the purchasing of a house," commented T'Pol, after looking at several houses that she could not fathom living in, and having her selections rejected just as quickly.

"Well, there are some things we agree on."

"Such as?"

Trip, who'd remarked without thinking a lot, pondered that for a few seconds. Nothing immediately came to mind. "We both want a bedroom an' a kitchen," he supplied at last.

She looked at him and considered those commonalities. "Perhaps we should continue looking."

He hit the "next" button and immediately decided that he did not like the house. "That's out."

"What is wrong?" The house had ample windows, which he wanted, and two stories, another must in Trip's book. T'Pol didn't see anything that he had objected to present.

"It looks like an old prison," he declared. "That's no place ta raise a kid!"

"Very well. What is next?"

"This is a nice one!" exclaimed Trip happily. "Waterfront property and a nice front lawn. It's got a garage, too." A garage was essential to any home, in his opinion. He had many happy memories of tinkering with his father in their garage.

"Charles, this house is located on an island." She pointed to the line where she read that crucial piece of information, and he moved his eyes down the screen.

"I bet the fishin' is good." He had no objection to living on an island. It sounded like fun.

"We cannot live on an island."

"Why not? We'd just take the ferry, or get a boat."

"I dislike the prospect of making my home surrounded by water."

He hit the "next" button. "I guess the houseboat is out, huh?"

T'Pol's eyebrow might have broken its previous record for height attained. Unfortunately, Elizabeth chose that moment to wake up and begin crying, so she never got to respond. Then again, between the bond they shared and her look, Trip didn't need words to know what his wife thought of living on a houseboat.