It’s always a bit of a shock to realize that social problems I think I’ve overcome still have their hooks in deep. In my case, this realization came as I was at my in-laws’ house watching my mother-in-law teach my two-year-old son about pronouns. Pronouns are inherently tricky. Simply sorting out when to use “I” versus “you” is a monumental cognitive task, and the inevitable errors in the process are normally sources of amusement and amazement for me. This day’s pronoun errors – less so.