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.

“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

Nobody has ever before asked the nuclear family to live all by itself in a box the way we do. With no relatives, no support, we've put us in an impossible situation.

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

'Dank Dank' (Reflecting his inability to accept compliments for several years.)