“Whoa… first I need to find a producer, then get the film financed. Only at that point will we be planning a shoot.”
“But you said the shoot would be in Japan, right?”
“And for how long?”
“Eh… depends on a lot of things but let’s say, two months.”
“Oh, yeah, would I like miss school?”
“No, I would find an English school for you or a tutor.”
“Nooooo, not a tutor. Dad. That sucks. Because, like, you know, you make no friends and stuff.”
Amazing! I just barely mentioned that I was hoping that my next film would be a script I wrote years ago. A Japanese story. And here I am negotiating with my kid about his pedagogical organization while I shoot the yet to be financed production.
Maybe if I am as convinced as Noah, I might actually get financed. What a change it would be from my usual doubting, realistic, long suffering posture. I’ll try. Why not? If it works I can write a self help book. There’s the problem. I can’t eradicate the ifs and buts and maybes from my language.
“Yeah, but, Noah, when (not if, but WHEN) I”ll be shooting, if you have a tutor you’ll be on set all the time.”
“Really? I don’t know dad. Going to a Japanese school would be cool too. You know, see how it works and stuff, you know?”
“I’ll let you know, dad, okay?”
Fabulous. Reality and invention becoming one in my little boy’s brain.
Don’t pine after the possible. Plan for it and make it probable.
I watch Noah licking the side of his hand not to lose one gram of the cherry filling that trickled out of his turnover. He champs and chomps. He’s noticed that eating with an open mouth increases the pleasure.
I’m fascinated at the education that he’s giving me.
“Dad, dad, is like the shoot, you know is it like in uhm, Tokyo, or more like Osaka?”
“No idea, it’ll depend on the scouting, when we search for locations. Why?”
“This is the way it is dad. They like have, you know Nintendo centers in Tokyo. It’s the capital, you know? Yeah, so it’s cool because like you have all things Nintendo in one place, you know. Yeah, but, what’s really awesome is that in Osaka…. that’s in the south, dad… yeah, they have like a whole center that is nothing but Pokémon. Imagine? Nothing else, no, uh, other stuff, just Pokemon for like three floors. Sick, huhn.”
Who ever said video games don’t have an educational value? Noah clearly learned all about Japanese geography. And there’s no way he would be so excited about moving to Japan for a few weeks if it wasn’t for Nintendo and Pokémon.
“Dad, can I have my own email account?”
He’s already asked me several times since the beginning of the year. I’ve refused each time. He’s too young and will be inundated by soliciting of all kinds if he has an account.
“But, I’ll need it like to talk with my friends here while I’m in Japan, you know?”
“We’re not in Japan yet.”
“But when we will be, can I?”
I notice the “when” rather than the “if”.
“When we will be, we’ll talk about it then.”
“Awwwww-unh. All my friends have accounts dad.”
All in his life generally means the one or two he’s actually asked.
“And how many of your friends are going to Japan?”
“You see, everybody has a different life. Now, Noah, we’ve got to hustle or you’ll miss the bus.”
He gets up with a sigh and a grumble. He turns back just before disappearing in the bathroom.
“Dad, can I learn Japanese.”
“Sure thing. Great idea. I’ll find an online course with pronunciation and all that.”
He has that sudden full toothed rabbit smile that just liquefies me with love.
Looks like we’re going to Japan. Yay!!