A funny case of adaptedness (versus adaptability): My son has his own pronoun.
That is, between my wife and me, when we say “he”, “him”, or “his”, we almost invariably mean our son.
I just got a text out of the blue from her: “Can you log his sleep please?” And of course she didn’t need to specify whom she was talking about. We’re very adapted to the parenting context. So my son gets his own pronoun.
(BTW: The sleep logging request refers to the fact that we use an app to keep track of eats, poops, and sleeps. Very useful for anxious new parents.)
