We were watching a David Attenborough documentary together:
David Attenborough – Even more so for the female monkey when she is carrying a baby.
Ella – Female is a girl.
Me – That’s right.
Ella – And the letter is the boy.
Me – Letter?
Ella – Yes, the letter is the boy.
Me – What letter are you talking about?
Ella – No, the letter. Like the one the postman brings.
Me – [Straining my brain] Aaaaah! Mail! The boy is called ‘male’, sweetie.
She did a similar thing the next day when we were at a swimming spot at the lake marked with buoys. Ella had already told me that she knew that they were called buoys. Then she asked:
Ella – Can I go and swim near the boys and girls?
Me – Sure, you can go swim near those kids. Just don’t get too close to their body boards.
Ella – [pointing at the row of buoys) No, at the boys and girls over there!
Then I remembered her saying – in reaction to me referring to the buoys as “those round floating things”: “and the square ones are the girls.”
Isn’t language fun?!