We’re deep into season three of Cobra Kai and are loving every karate minute. Except yesterday when there was an exceptionally brutal scene of a cruel Cobra kid named Hawk breaking Dimitri’s arm. Jacob was profoundly disturbed by the violence and stomped off close to tears. I’m grateful he could appreciate how wrong it was, and that he rejoined us for two more episodes tonight.
We love to soak up all things Japanese, not just sushi and fancy denim. It reminded me of a story from maybe two years ago. Jake is in the kitchen and he keeps answering anything I say with “Nani?” Said in a really yoda-esque, cartoony kind of voice. And I’m like, “Stop with the naaaani! What does that even mean?” And he claims it’s Japanese for “Whaaaat?” And I’m totally like, “Yeah right.” And then he says, “Omae wa mou shindeiru. Naaaaani?” And of course I google this and it means, “You are already dead. Whaaaat?” And Jake is right. Again.
A few weeks back, we were headed to our cars after one of our last evening soccer games before Thanksgiving when Cal Poly sent all the kids home and locked-up the fields. Little Jackson jumps into the bed of his dad’s truck and like a cool-haired little werewolf, under the light of the moon, howls, “Naaaani?” And I howl back with my most perfect anime accent, “Omae wa mou shindeiruuuuu!”
Which is not really the best thing to be yelling during a pandemic but…. the look on his face? Priceless.