“This is our house. And this is America Online.” (While pointing at a map of the North American continent.)

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.''

'Daddy, how many whoppers are there in those tall trees?' After waking up in the car while driving through Calaveras Big Trees and hearing daddy say, 'Wow, that's a whopper of a tree.'