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

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.

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

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.