relatives..

The other day, mom and I went out and decided to visit one of her cousins who didn't know we were here yet. He worked at a bank, so we asked him to come down while the workers at the front desk gave us disapproving glances. He invited us to a cafe and he and my mom started talking. He, too, was surprised I was mom's daughter(sounds kinda weird!) Anyway, he and mom talked about relatives and eventually found out that he was her uncle, and that his two sons were my uncles. Of course, his sons are 8 and 10, so Vicky and I have a 8-year old uncle and an 10- year old uncle. Funny how things work out. We had to strain to look at his face because he was well over 6 feet tall. I think he was little taller than Jonathan. Also, at the cafe we were at, there was a freaky-lookin clown going around selling flowers to people. He put two flowers in front of us and we had to forcefully give them back to him and tell him we didn't want them. Then the clown started an argument at another table where a couple was sitting. He shoved a flower in the girl's face, and her boyfriend yelled at the clown and told him to go away. I couldn't help laughing. Only in Armenia...