My young son asked me what happens after we die. I told him we get buried under a bunch of dirt and… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
“She makes you happy, son?" he asked quietly. "No," I said, shaking my head. "She makes me whole.” — Jay McLean Copy Share Image
“This morning, my son asked me for money to buy a sheep. Should I help him, do you think?” “Since it clearly… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
The Tale of Despereaux came at the request of Luke, my friend's then-eight-year-old son, who asked, "Write for me the story of… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
My son asked for very little - a kickstand, with a motorcycle attached. — Milton Berle Copy Share Image
