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.)

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

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.

'Daddy, there's Victor, only he has more white hairs now.' (about our neighbor 3 doors down who is a regular reader of McClelland Family.com)