Tonight at dinner, Caleb grabbed his fork in one hand, stood up on top of his chair and shouted, "I am the Statue of Liverbee!!!"
Turns out he really can't say "liberty". I should correct him, right? I shouldn't let him keep saying it like that for my own amusement and the fact that it makes me want to grab him up and give him lots of kisses on his cheeks.
The Statue of Liverbee will forever have a special place in my heart. Maybe we won't fix it until after we go to NYC next month. I will let his cuteness undo the hardened natives.