I'm back in BKK and my face is healing. The scab on my upper lip looks just like Hitler's mustache. Thun was the first to notice it, and soon he and Poo were teasing me mercilessly, calling me "Mr Hitler" and giving me the Nazi salute.
I got tired of the joke and I got a little angry, "Stop it!" I yelled, "it's not funny--Hitler is not a joke, so cut it out!"
"Look, Thun!" Poo chuckled, "Hitler is angry!"
Later we were watching Slumdog Millionaire. For some reason, while a song was playing, I did a little jig.
"Look, Mommy!" laughed Thun, "Hitler is dancing!"
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