I had an interesting conversation with the boy tonight. After he finished his tea he asked to be let out of his chair, "please." First, I'm over the moon that he used the word 'please' without me needing to prompt him, so I praised him for that and told him he was such a good "big boy" for using nice words.
This is where it began...
Ryan: No, Mama. I not a boy. YOU a boy!
Me: ::laughing:: Ryan, sweetie...you ARE a boy. Mommy is a girl.
Ryan: ::adamant:: Mama, NO! I a girl! YOU a boy!
Ryan: ::corrects himself:: No...you not a boy...you a MAMA!!!
Looks like he got it right in the end!
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