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Scratch-you De-liberty

Avery's always been amused by the Liberty Tax Statue of Liberty that stands out on the corner by Walmart and waves at cars driving by, so much that whenever we leave Walmart, she insists we drive out to the stoplight where she stands so she can wave back.

Over the last few years, she's asked me dozens of questions regarding this unfortunate looking statue.

"Does the scratch-you-de-liberty have a house?  What does the scratch-you-de-liberty eat?  Where does the scratch-you-de-liberty go in the summer time?  Does the scratch-you-de-liberty believe in God?"

I've tried correcting her pronunciation but she continues to call it the scratch-you.  I've also made an attempt to burst her bubble by telling her that the scratch-you is really a real person dressed in a costume.  But she obviously didn't listen, as she exclaimed to me yesterday that the scratch-you has feet just like people do!  Imagine that!

One day, last year sometime, we were walking out of Walmart out to the van when we noticed the scratch-you coming our way.  Avery frantically waved and waved and waved, and then called out for him ( or her?  It?), and it noticed, turning to wave back.  It wasn't watching where it was going and tripped over the curb, falling to the pavement and sending its head flying across the parking lot.  What a sight to behold, a head-less statue of liberty, scrambling to stand then running around looking for its head.

I laughed for a week straight.

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  1. now THAT would've been a sight to see! beware of flying Statue of Liberty heads, people!

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