One Day...

I am the father of a 3 year old, as well as a bit of a history buff. These two seemingly disparate worlds came together yesterday in a rather amusing way.

The Kid is beginning to express her independence, so she likes to "read" her books to herself. She looks at the pictures and then makes up stories about what she sees. The stories usually go something like this: "One day, there was a bunny rabbit. Then he took a nap." It's pretty cute, really.

She's also fond of using the potty all by herself, only needing us at the very end.

So yesterday, she goes into the potty and tells me to wait outside the door until she's done.

Don't worry, I'm getting to the history part in a minute.

Through the door, I hear, "One day, there was a man with a moustache..."

I peek inside, and there is my daughter, sitting on her little potty, reading this month's Quarterly Journal of Military History.

I'll give you three guesses who is on the cover this month.

Answer here.