Generation Connection

Have you noticed that your kids are like you.  Or maybe they are like someone else related to them.  Our third kid, Hannah, tends to take after me in a peculiar way.  We both like olives.  I opened a can of olives tonight and started eating them next to Hannah.  After she finally stopped paying attention to Winney the Pooh for just three seconds I asked her if she wanted some.  Her eyes lit up and she shook her head yes.  She took a bite and went back to watching Tigger (who had just bounced in).  Lisa just doesn’t get it.  How can someone like olives that much.  Yes, we ate a whole can of them, just the two of us.  It is nice to have a special connection to each kid.  This is mine with Hannah.  I think my grandma would approve.  She is in heaven now and she hasn’t met Hannah yet. We’ll get there one day.  My Grandma’s name has special significance here.  Her name is Olive Danielson.  Is there a connection?  I wonder why I like to eat at Olive Garden?