All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.

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

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

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

'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.'