Our son Jesse, at 6, loved Jackie Chan above all mortals. “When I get big, I'm going to help Jackie Chan,” he announced. Great, great, we murmured. “When I help Jackie Chan, can I still live at home?” he anxiously asked one night at bedtime.
“Sure, sweetie, you'll live at home and just travel to help Jackie every day.”
“Will my name be Jesse Chan when I'm big?” he asked on another occasion.
“I'm sure that will make Jackie very proud,” I said.
Sighing happily one night at bedtime, he asked, “Why does Jackie Chan like me so much?”
We were so far off-script now, we would never find our way back to “Shanghai Noon.”
The Way We Live Now: Sandlot Summer
by Melissa Fay Greene
New York Times Magazine
11/28/2004
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