He may not look like me, but Asher is without a doubt my child. I say this with confidence not just because I gave birth to him (which is sort of a slam dunk in terms of knowing if a baby is yours or not)... but because the kid loves olives. Specifically kalmatas and the bright green kind that start with the letter C at olive bars.
As a teeny tiny human I too loved olives, and still remember the day my grandparents gifted me with a several-gallon jar of green olives for my birthday when I was probably about 5 and it was the greatest day ever.
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