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

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

'I'm not beautiful, I'm pretty!' (Angrily at age 2 and a half. After getting into his sister's toy makeup case and being called beautiful...)

'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.'

'Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.'