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.

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

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

'A duck!... A baby duck.' (Squealing about a birthday card on her third birthday on Puerta Vallarta, Mexico.

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