As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.

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.

"That's the store that we need to go to and open the door and put our money in." (At age 3. While driving by the new Toys 'R' Us.)

'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.