'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.'

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.

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

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

“If all the people in the world were nice could we just get rid of the word mean?”