'Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.'

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

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.

'A duck!... A baby duck.' (Squealing about a birthday card on her third birthday on Puerta Vallarta, Mexico.

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