Lately, Robert has become so dissatisfied with prosaic conversations about crayons and poop that he’s begun directing his own scripts.
He [picking up his harmonica]: Can you lie down and go to sleep?
Me: Boy, am I tired! *snore*
He: [shrill harmonica blast]
Me [sitting bolt upright]: Whoa!
He: Can you say, “What happened”?
Me: What happened?
He: I blew a song and it woke you up! That’s what happened!
Me: Wow! You sure did!
He: Can you go to sleep again?
We shot this scene about 200 times. The kid makes Scorsese look like a slacker.
