Running up a trail I take a couple times a week, I hopped a few rocks around a father toddling up with his daughter, she 3 or 4 years old, I guessed.
As I passed she said, “That’s a goo hikeh.”
“Yes,” her father said, “a girl hiker.”
“She’s a goo hikeh.” The girl insisted.
I noticed she changed her pronoun. Do three-year-olds know their pronouns or was she just mimicking her father?
“Yes,” her father said, “she’s a girl hiker.”
Did he not understand that his small daughter understood pronouns?
“Daaaad, she’s a reeeally goo hikeh!”
Did he think she was seeking confirmation three times in a row, and not, possibly, a correction as affirmation?
“Yep, a girl hiker.”
We were all baffled, I suppose.
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