Miriam will go through the list of her friends, relatives and
acquaintances, in English and Spanish, identifying who is a girl, boy,
woman or man. (Or niña, niño, mujer, hombre. By the way she never
leaves out Kaiya and Kris after her Sosa cousins.) I went
through the list with her and we started talking about who is a she/her
or a he/him. At first she was confused. “You’re a sheep, Mommy?” “No,
no, I’m a she. A sheep
is the same thing as a lamb.” Oh. So then she goes through the list.
“Mommy is a she, Papi is a he, Jireh is a she, Soren is a he, and
Lambie is a sheep.”
But for some reason she cannot stop calling Soren “She.” I have gently
corrected her oh, about 40,000 times, but usually she still says “she”
again. “She likes me! She’s crying! She woke up!” At least now she
starts to correct herself. “No, Soren is not a she. He. He likes me.” Which is an improvement.
This morning we got yet another variation. She came down and greeted
Soren and said “She’s smiling! No, Soren’s not a She. Soren is a Be. B