The other day my 3 year-old niece, Janae, squeezed me as tight as she could in her little arms and declared possessively, “My Beemoo!”

I scooped her up and relished being in the ownership of such a charming adorable little individual when she informed me, “Beemoo’s a girl.”

“Oh, right. Good job! What is Janae?”

“Wanae a girl.”Β And then she continued,Β “Gamma a girl, Hannah a girl, Mommy a girl. Daddy a boy. Gampa a boy. Wevi a boy.”

“Wow! You are so good!” I affirmed excitedly. Just then her brother Landon breezed by. “What’s Landon?” I asked.

“Nannon a boy… No….” Her brow furrowed deeply in concentration. “No, heΒ a dude.