Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Although I wish I could climb into my computer screen and take Josh home!

A/N: Okay guys, here's the first one. I've decided to do each one chronicling a day/event in JJ's life, usually from one perspective. The title will begin with his age, so you'll have a frame of reference. This one is sweet and simple; it will get a bit angsty as the years go on, I think. I'll try not to make it too bad! I can't seem to keep away from it, though. And the letter will resurface, I promise…I couldn't do this universe in such a terse format, unless I'd tried describing photographs or something, which I didn't want to do. Anyway, I just wanted to start on this, and sort of establish their relationship and all. I did it late last night, when I wanted to bang my head against the wall from too much philosophy, so I apologize for anything… Oh yeah, I don't have kids, so I don't know if this is accurate...I did some research last night real quick, so I hope I'm not too far off the mark for a two year-old.

And yes, I know I have Josh calling him Jay, but it's cute.

Other fics: I am going home Thursday, and will try to have The Luck of the Draw finished up by next week, for those of you who have been asking. I have also been working on a sam-centric fic in that universe as well, to be posted at

Feedback: I'm begging you, I don't care whether it's two words. Make finals better!

Donna went to Wisconsin this weekend to visit her sister and her new baby, and she convinced Sam and I to fly in and stay with Josh and JJ while she's gone. Neither of us has seen them for a few months, and, well, two is better than one. Plus, this way, if Josh does anything inept, one of us can laugh while the other grabs the camera. Fatherhood has opened up a whole new arena of ways for us to tease him. Right now, we're watching him attempt to get JJ into bed.

"Vroom, Vroom." JJ pushes a little red car wildly across the rug.

Josh sneaks up behind him, twirls him up in his arms, and tickles him gently. "JJ Lyman, driver extraordinaire, is tossed to the finish line by an obliging tornado, winning the Indy 500 in record time!" He flips him upside down, and JJ giggles hysterically. "Well, JJ, you must feel exhausted!" he enthuses, imitating a reporter. "How about we hitch a ride to bed on this tornado of yours?"

"No, Daddy. Beep-beeps!"

"We'll play with the beep-beeps some more tomorrow, buddy. Time for bed."

He looks beguilingly at Sam and I, standing near the doorway, and flashes his dimples. "Beep-beeps?" he asks hopefully.

"Nope," I say, hopefully firmly, as his big brown eyes gaze pleadingly into mine.

He pouts, and looks frustrated for a moment, like Josh does when he's perplexed by some problem. His lip juts out, and he stands defiantly. It's too adorable. Josh is locked in a battle of wills with a curly-haired two year-old in barnyard pajamas, who's using the same tricks he does. I don't think he'll hold out much longer.

Mercifully, JJ looks up at him and smiles. "Deal?" he wheedles.

Beside me, Sam snorts, and Josh and JJ send him twin looks of annoyance. I, being the wonderful aunt that I am, poke him in the ribs with my elbow.

"Okay, we can make a deal," Josh acquiesces.

"Jet plane."

"Once."

"Two!"

"Once."

"TWO!"

Josh picks him up, looks him in the eye. "Once," he says calmly.

JJ gives a quick nod. "Once," he agrees contentedly, as though he decided it himself, and opens his arms to Josh.

Josh holds him securely around his middle. "Ready?"

JJ sticks his arms out, like Superman. "Fly!"

"Okay, ready for takeoff. One, two, three. Jay-Jay!."

"Jet plane!" JJ screeches his reply in a miniature bellow. No wonder Donna watches their sugar. With both of them bouncing off the walls…whew.

"Jay-Jay!"

"Jet plane!"

Josh swooshes him back and forth, up and down. He swoops him into bed, and JJ giggles once again, still making motor sounds.

"Ready for shut-eye?"

"Shut-eye," JJ repeats solemnly. All of a sudden he shouts again. "Beepo!"

"He's right here," Josh soothes. He hands JJ the grinning stuffed fire truck he won for him at a carnival. Josh rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. It's the kid's favorite thing. We've all tried to explain to him that fire trucks don't usually beep, but JJ just looks at us as though we're stupid.

Josh leans over, gives him a hug and a kiss, tousles his hair. "Night, Daddy."

"Night, Jay."

Then JJ cocks an eyebrow at the two of us. "Hug," he commands. "Night-night hugs for JJ."

Sam and I cross the room and hug him. "How about a smacker for your Aunt CJ?" I say presently.

"Snack?" He pretends to look confused. We've played this game before.

"No, smack."

"Smack!" He gives me a clumsy, wet kiss on the cheek, and I grin at him.

"You've turned me into a big, warty frog!" He cackles delightedly, and snuggles under the covers.

"Sing, Ceej." He yawns.

Josh and Sam look at me, surprised. "We may have done this when I was babysitting," I offer cautiously. They both smirk at me, and I glare in return. I think for a moment, then am struck by inspiration. I begin "Leaving On a Jet Plane," and look at them pointedly until they join in. When we've finished, JJ is nearly asleep.

"And don't forget, JJ," Sam whispers, "sleep lots. Zoo tomorrow."

"Crocs!" JJ yells.

Josh and I look at each other and groan, and then simultaneously smack Sam upside the head. Honestly.