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.

“I wasn't yawning, I was just letting some fresh air into my mouth.” (After being accused of being tired.)

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.

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

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