There was a pay phone booth in a corner of the park, and my son Takeh tried to go inside, shouting “Oh! He must have thought it was some kind of transparent, weird box.
Clatter, clatter, clatter.
He tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t open.
Japanese phone booth doors are a bit tricky to open, and it seems that a two-year-old cannot figure out how to open them.
I follow him in.
He tries to hold the phone. But he can’t reach it, so instead I pick it up and hand it to him.
He puts it to his ear. Yes, that’s the way to use it. That is the way to use a telephone receiver.
Where did he learn that?
In the world in which he will grow up, there will be few opportunities for him to see or touch a telephone receiver. But his parents, our generation, still have the memory of “talking on the phone”. Perhaps because of this influence, even a two-year-old child can somehow understand the concept of “telephone. Even in the picture books he sees and hears about every day, there are opportunities for the telephone to appear.
However, even if he can say “Moshi Moshi” (which means “hello” in English) and play with the telephone, he may not know what a “phone card” is, which is used for public telephones, or what a “push phone” is, and there will be many things he will not understand.
Eventually, when he gets a little more intelligent, he will ask me the question, “Why a voice call and not a chat? I have to be careful.
I have to be careful not to go on and on about the old days when I was younger. It’s not very nice, and Bamboo probably doesn’t understand it at all. I have to refrain from doing that.