When I was ten we packed up and moved to Phoenix, living in Arizona gave us our first chance to eat really good Mexican food. One of our first meals was with a family who had kids our age, about half way through the meal their son said
"Mommy there's a bug in my enchilads"
"Son thats not a bug it's an olive."
There was a pause as he looked closely at his plate.
"Mommy," he replied, "olives don't have legs."
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