The other night at dinner, we somehow, by way of a conversation about Grandma and Grand-dad, started a long and convoluted discussion with the kids about the Battle of Hastings. Hubster and I launched colourful explanations of 1066 and why this battle was every so important to English history.
On my side, I tried to really stress the point that the man who invaded England at that time was actually Norman. I had great fun telling Mini-Husband that William the Conqueror was actually French. Ok, so not French-French at the time, but hey, I'll do what I can to score some points in this Anglo-centric household.
It was a lively discussion and I have to say I'm ever so glad that the kids are at least learning a little bit about history outside of France. Whether or not they remember all this is another thing.
But I know I'll will.
See, Bubba-Love was ever so impressed to hear than not only had he, William, invaded England, but that he, WILLIAM, actually became the KING. (Yes, Bubba-Love's name is William.)
"I'm the KING," he cried with a huge grin across his face. "And my sisters are the princesses! And mommy's the queen!"
"So what's daddy then, sweetie?"
"Daddy? Well, daddy's the horse."