Tonight Lane came to me with shining eyes.
"Mom! I have an idea!"
"What's that, Lane?"
"I want to make a movie!"
"A movie?" I asked, surprised.
"Well..." I wondered what he could possibly be thinking.
"But we'll have to get equipment."
"Won't we need cameras and stuff? Where do we get that?"
"Well, Lane, yes, we'd need cameras. That costs money, Lane."
"Hundreds, thousands...a lot of money."
"Well, could we talk to the company?"
"The company? Lane, I think you'll just have to practice with our little camera. It can take short movie clips--" Maybe that will satisfy him, I hoped.
"Okay! Then we can just put them all together!"
"Right," I chuckled, imagining myself trying to edit together his video clips on iMovie, something I don't do very well or very fast. I'm hoping he'll forget about the whole thing...
"I want to call the movie 'The New York Yankees Strike Out,' but how will we make the field?"
"Right, we'll need a field, and bases, and..."
I continued sweeping the floor, hoping for a change of subject.
"I want to make a book to go with it. We can take photographs. That will be easy."
"It can be like that Carnival of the Animals book. The one with the CD in the front pocket. We can put the movie disk in the front pocket of the book."
"Oh." I replied, uncertain how to conclude this conversation.
"Mom? How do you spell 'strike out'?"