Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?
Whenever someone says to my mum: 'How's your son doing?' she says: 'Which one?' If you're a parent, you're not going to go: 'Oh I'll concentrate on the famous one.'
Parents spend a lot of time talking over kids. My son went through a vocabulary burst as I was writing 'The Bear.' I thought, 'What if I just stopped and listened?'
If my son is happy, then I am happy.
Kids are fabulous, but when you're home all day with an infant that can't talk, your brain starts to kind of melt, and I thought, 'I have to do something, or my brain is just going to liquefy.'
There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable.
Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.
A child speaks more sense than an adult half of the time.
Well-behaved: he always speaks as if his mother might be listening.