Tarantino lullabyes.
Daddy?
he asked.
Shall we build some swords when we get home?
Yeah.
I said.
Have I ever told you about Hattori Hanzō?
Yep.
he said dishonestly.
Who is he?
Well.
I said.
He's not really real, but his character is a Japanese sword maker in a film and he makes incredible swords that are like no other sword.
Oh.
he said.
What film is it called?
The name of the film.
I said, gliding through a green light.
Is Kill Bill. And the woman who uses the sword is called The Bride and is very acrobatic and dresses in yellow.
Oh.
he said.
Daddy?
Yes?
I asked.
Daddy,
he said calmly.
Will you please stop talking about the movie because I don't want you to give everything away about what happens.
Oh buddy.
I said.
Good call on the spoilers. You know what?
What?
he said.
How about,
I said.
How about we wait a long, long time for you to see it, so we can make sure that you have plenty of time to remember to forget anything I just gave away. Deal?
Yeah.
he said.
But I still want to watch Star Wars for my next birthday.
Well.
I said truthfully.
I'm confident that George Lucas is going to come before Quentin Tarantino in your cinematic education.
Oh.
he said.
Who's Clint Uhn-tear-uh-teen-oh?
Oh look!
I said, pointing out the window.
A deer!
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