A few days ago was Vartanantz. I told Hagopig it was coming up, tried to explain the significance of it… But he’s two, so he doesn’t understand war, or convictions, or any of the complicated stuff. He’s got a little Roman soldier shirt and hat that my brother-in-law Aram bought in Italy on his honeymoon, but Hagop doesn’t understand what a soldier is. (Probably that’s good, for now.)
I tried to read Hagop the story of St. Vartan from this book of church stories we have (I’ll link it later), but it only has one picture per story so… Hagop didn’t have much patience for it. Instead, we had this exchange:
“Vartan was a Christian. Hagop, are you a Christian?”
“No.”
“Vartan was a General. Hagop, are you a General?”
“Yes.”
“Vartan was Armenian. Hagop, are you Armenian?”
“Yes.”
Hah! At least he got one of the three right. Uh… I’ll have to work on correcting the other two with him.
On another note, St. James had a fundraiser selling harissa, and we ordered a few meals. Oof. Still not a fan… Sorry. Maybe I need to try a different version? With chicken instead of meat? I don’t know. Send me recipes if you have a strong feeling about it.
Vartanantz & Harissa
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