This morning my four year old told me what they'd learned at school about Remembrance Day. I tried to write down word-for-word what he said. My own feelings about Remembrance are hard to express, so I'll offer his words without further comment.
Remembrance Day
Mummy,
there was a rabbit
chasing a butterfly
on the screen at school.
But then there was a
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
And all the loveliness
cracked into pieces,
and that was the day
that I made my toy robot
at wet playtime and now
he's worried at night time
that there will be a war.
But then the screen cracked
into tiny little pieces
and there was a big red poppy
and it was really strong
and it means that there won't be
another naughty war in the world,
Mummy.
