“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.

'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 hope they get here soon. The kids are biting at the chomp.

'When you kiss someone, your heart goes out to them, and when you're done kissing them your heart goes back in.'