cel.: You don't take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it.
cel.: No. Pictures. Mom.
cel.: Good morning, my love :)
cel.: I've got a lunch date with XA and Brobee?
cel.: Would you like a beard with that 'stache?
cel.: Silly boy Bubba
cel.: These little lights of mine...
cel.: I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.
cel.: Sleepyheads
cel.: When in doubt, wear red