I’m more than a little pedantic. I want my kids to speak well, but I also don’t want to be unkind about the whole thing (I remember a girl at summer camp whose mother sent back all her letters home with spelling and grammar corrected in red: may I never be that mother). The result is some of our “grammar lessons” sound a bit Dr. Seuss.
Tommy: Is Anika she?
Me: Anika is her and she is Anika.
Tommy: Is Poppy she?
Me: Poppy is her and she is Poppy.
Tommy: Is Nikhil he?
Me: Nikhil is him and he is Nikhil.
Tommy: And I am he.
Me: You are you. And I am me. And Tommy is him.
Tommy: I am he.
Me: You are you. And I am me. Can you say “I am me”?
Tommy: I am he. And you are you.
I tried again later…”I am me” seems too weird to him. I’m ignoring the fact that he was almost certainly asking about gender… Usually this conversation ends with a discussion of vulvas and penises, but today it stuck to pronouns.