Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.

I hope they get here soon. The kids are biting at the chomp.

'Daddy, there's Victor, only he has more white hairs now.' (about our neighbor 3 doors down who is a regular reader of McClelland Family.com)