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

'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)

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

“This is our house. And this is America Online.” (While pointing at a map of the North American continent.)