G seems to finally be moving past the stage where everyone is "him."
This stage has provided plenty of awkwardness as G has not only asked loud, ill-timed questions of me, but has added the insult of gender confusion. For example: "Mama, why him (the lady standing 2 feet from us) smoking dat cigarette? Dat gonna make him sick?"
Not that he's getting his pronouns correct yet.
Now it goes more like: "My teacher gave dat to me. Him said - her - him - she - HER said iz for me."
We're getting there.
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