I just spent the last part of the hour explaining why we wear a red poppy once a year. I took Jacob to the battle of Monte Cassino where his great grandfather fought. We climbed the mountain where the Benedictine Abbey sat on top giving the enemy, the Nazi soldiers, full view of the Polish soldiers who would be the first to courageously take the hill in May of 1944. So after showing him pictures of his JoJo(Dziadziu)in army uniform, with his gun, Jacob decided he wanted to fight as well. He wasn't going to fight with just anything. He had to go down into the basement and get his sword and helmut. So all be it in our pj's at 8:00 in the morning we reinacted the battle. When the soldiers stopped to rest after a days fighting they relaxed under cover ( a crocheted afghan) and sang "Pija Kuba:...a Polish drinking song....with milk...well in our battle that's what they did anyway. During the song, Lukee danced. Jacob never rested very long because he said we have to keep fighting until all the enemy are gone. His last fight was when he did a backflip and during the flip his shoe cracked the enemy square in the eyeballs. So with all the bad guys gone, with the help of transformers, we had to celebrate with breakfast.
There's nothing more rewarding for breakfast after a victorious fight than a sprinkled doughnut and a glass of milk.
What a pair of good soldiers these boys are.
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