It's November 11th.
It is quite a challenge discussing WWII with a Japanese-Australian eight year old.
Her Aussie great- grandpa didn't serve as he was in an essential industry researching and developing petrol. Petrol that would have been used to run the machines that helped the Allies fight the Japanese.
Her Japanese great-grandpa died in a ship that was bombed on its way to fight at Iwojima. He never met his youngest child- her grandma as she wasn't born when he died. No remains were ever identified and the family was given a box of sand in lieu of ashes.
I explained all this and why people go to war and war is horrible and no, daddy won't be going to war and yes there are still wars in the world and that's terrible and Japan and Australia are now friends again and Remembrance Day is important to say thank you for all the people who made sacrifices for the world we live in today and to remember how much everyone suffered so we don't rush into war again.
I was quite proud of this explanation and when Meg was silent and nodding with her head on the side as I finished I was thinking it had all gone pretty well.
"In Japan November 11 is pocky day because 11/11 looks like 4 pocky in a row. Can we eat pocky today?"
Well, at least she wasn't too traumatised by all the war talk, huh?