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When we were kids, my mother used to tease us she would “leave us out for the the garbage man to take us.” My younger brother Scott, who was really small, got “garbage man” confused with “government” — and so he would tell the neighbors that mom was going to leave us out for the goverment to pick us up. Scott was really afraid of the government. Scott also couldn’t pronouce the word “fire truck” — the ‘tr” came out as an “f”. Which was really entertaining when he would run around with his firetruck shouting the name of it.