It doesn't help my poor, tired brain that Big has added yet another character to his long list of personalities. For the past few days he has been insisting that I call him Nina and refer to him using she/her. It can get awfully confusing at times, especially when he switches between characters throughout the day. Poor Edith doesn't know who her brother is.
This is what happened when I praised Big for being a fantastic helper:
Me: "Thanks so much for helping, Big!"
Me: "Oops. Sorry, Nina. But it really was such a big boy thing to do. I appreciate it."
Big: "Big girl."
Big: "A big girl thing to do."
Me: "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Thanks for doing such a big girl thing. You really are getting bigger!"
Big: "I know. Right now I only have nipples, but I'll be getting boobs soon!"
Of course. I can hardly wait.