'There is no such thing as 'fun for the whole family.''

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.

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

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

'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)