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.

When you have snowflakes in the clouds in the sky and you have mountains, you get snow. That's how it works.

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

'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...)

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