Just kidding. But seriously, why don’t you go make yourself a dang quesadilla?
Bonaparte. Napoleon Bonaparte.
So we are in a quasi-historical kick right now, and I’ve been wanting to try the Tiny General out on my own tiny general… mostly because I wanted to put fringy shoulder pads on him, because I have always secretly wished I could be a man from two hundred years ago and wear fringy shoulder pads (more properly known as Epaulettes. What did we do before Google?), because I am mildly obsessed with them. Also, I figured I could use the same costume if I ever did a George Washington photo shoot.
We began shooting in Paris at the Military Museum where Napoleon’s tomb is (a slightly strange place, but worth the visit if you are ever in Paris), but it was cold. So cold we had the kids in lots of layers, snow pants, and snow boots. Anyway, our Emperor was too cold to go through with it, so we diverted our retreat back home to make a pass through Waterloo and tried again with much greater success.