The son smiled, politely answered the question and left the dais.

"You are," the son of Mary answered, his voice still tranquil.

"I'm not afraid of anything," answered the son without turning.

"Father," the sons answered, "what do you need a turkey for?"

The doorbell rings and her small son answers it.

He is startled when Lydia's young son answers the door.

The son, Brian, wasn't answering his mobile, so she left a message.

Within seconds, my son answered as he found his way over to the birch grove.

My son could answer it if he were here.

I went everywhere, calling, calling, but my son never answered me.