During an early morning of coffee (me), sippy cup (her) and cartoons (us), Annika walked over to the fireplace and sat on the hearth. Out of nowhere she declared “statch-me, careful”. Totally confused I must’ve asked her to repeat herself a zillion times, trying with great earnest to understand what she was saying. I’d repeat what I heard, she’s look at me and shake her head, “No, statch-me”..and then it happened. She scooted closer to the STATUE she was sitting next to and gently touching it, “Statch-me careful no break”.
It appears that we continue to swim deep in the murky waters of Pronoun Confusion.