The Last Kaiser

Last Thursday A and I went to the Library. It was kind of cold and rainy, so we couldn't spend too much time outside in the courtyard. He's been kind of tired, and he wanted some Eric Carle books. Afterwards, I decided that I wanted some DVDs on Egypt, so we went to the 900's.

Once we were there, A decided that he absolutely (absolutely is one of his favorite words) had to get a library stool (the kind that look like inverted garbage bins on wheels), carry (not roll) it over to a bookshelf, and start pulling books off of the shelf. The shelving librarian was mostly amused. One book fell off of the shelf -- Giles MacDonogh's "The Last Kaiser: The Life of Wilhelm II" -- and A insisted that he carry down to the circulation desk for check-out.

Saturday, M and A were reading "The Last Kaiser." On the cover is a picture of Wilhelm II. A looked at it, looked at M, and said, "His mustache is signing 'Y.'"

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In different news, A has a new theory of reincarnation.

Scene: The kitchen table. A has eschewed forks, spoons and hands for eating.

J: "A, eat your food like a civilized person; I am not raising a barbarian."

A: "I died and now I'm a barbarian."

I suppose it's a twist from using reincarnation to imagine that one was once a princess. So far A has come back as a cat, and a wolf; M has come back as a drum (so that A can hit him); and M (the cat) has come back as a cow (so that A can milk her).