I figure this way, we wouldn’t have to create any special effects or elaborate sets we would simply have to write the story and read it into a microphone. “What about making it into a radio play?” I suggest. I don’t want Spencer to lose the muse, however. But it is the middle of the week, and there simply isn’t the time. There is a part of me that would indulge them in this.
Moreover, I see Daddy and Mommy editing the epic long into the night, after the children have lost interest and fallen asleep. I see costume making and several retakes of special effects.
As I dip the chicken breasts in breadcrumbs, I wonder how we would make Daddy into a zombie, not to mention how we would create floating, glowing eyeballs. “Hmmm,” I mumble, neither encouraging nor discouraging. He can dress in rags, and we can make his eyes glow and kind of float out in front of him.” Spencer’s idea for a full-on science fiction movie, however, is new.
I’ve encouraged them because they’re learning about the filmmaking and storytelling. My two sons have been making short documentaries about their daily lives with our digital camera. “I want to make a movie about zombies,” my 10-year-old Spencer announces while I’m making dinner.
