Husband asks us today what our scarecrow’s name is. We are supposed to name it? Really? Isn’t that creepy? It’s a faceless straw person slouched in a chair under a holly tree, whose head keeps falling off. Never mind that our scarecrow is now two weeks old.
S starts offering up names: “Emily!”
Emily is the name she has recently given her teddy bear (formerly known as Teddy). I nix this name because to name the scarecrow and beloved bear the same name will surely lead to Someone deciding we can’t leave Emily on the front lawn and that she (scarecrow) should be moved indoors. From there it’s just a short step to having both Emily the Scarecrow and Emily the Bear in her bed. I’m already getting the heebie-jeebies thinking about straw and bugs in the house.
Undaunted, S gives us another name: “Snowflake!”
I’m starting to notice a trend. Glitter and Sparkle (all Elf on the Shelf names) are surely the next suggestions.
I’m not sure how scary Snowflake the Scarecrow sounds, although we don’t have a huge crow problem in our front yard, so maybe ‘scary’ isn’t what we are aiming for. We might be aiming for ‘festive’ but with a name like Snowflake we are mixing holidays. I see myself making a red Elf hat and skirt for Snowflake, once Halloween has passed. With V giving it hugs and S naming it, the likelihood of dismantling the scarecrow on November 1 seems slim.
She looks like a Snowflake, doesn’t she?