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

“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.)

'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...)

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.