Thank you Donna. Don't know what is with my browser that it refuses to operate some URLs.
Very interesting article. I expect that Pop will inform hir parents of hir gender by the time zhe is 4 or so. The parents are performing a kind of social experiment on their offspring, and it will be interesting to see the result later on, but at the current age, I expect there is little impact for the child. At 2 1/2 yeas old I would not have been able to make a gender determination of myself on my own. That didn't happen until I was three or so, under 4 anyway, and was taking a bath with my female cousin and compared genitalia. Then I walked in on my Uncle while he was urinating. I came to the realization I was more like my girl cousin than my uncle since I couldn't stand up and pee like that, and that was when I understood, or thought I did, that I was a girl or would be.
I think the male pronoun things really made no impression on me when I was younger than the time of that event, though I had to have had some understanding to be forming correct sentences, assigning gender pronouns when distinguising between cousins, mother, aunt and uncle for example, but somehow I can't recall it really seeming to apply to me.

After that time, I felt a kind of vague disquiet at the use of the incorrect pronouns, but kinda took it with a shrug. I was always kinda laid back and tried to go with the flow most of the time.
As far as favorite toys, those were airplanes and birds. I was fascinated with things that could fly, and would dream of flying. I would lie on my back on the concrete cover of the cistern and watch the soaring hawks and buzzards and yearn to see the world as they did. I had a doll, and I had a variety of airplane toys, and a couple of flying (gliders) shaped like birds, and often my play alone was with the two (my doll Angel and I) of us flying in the airplanes. I distinctly remember daydreaming of us shrinking down the size of the toys and climbing inside and flying in them, though I knew nothing about controls or control surfaces. It was the act of flying. Most of the cheap little airplane toys were of fighters, but the war aspects of the toys escaped me then. Flying dreams were common for me then, though I occasionally was awakened rudely when I hit the floor after falling off the bed. I think it was during this period I developed a love for the miniature things, the smaller but more detailed the better, and finally made some of my own as an older child, teen, and even as an adult.
My Uncle would bring me a surprise after each of his truck runs delivering flour from the local mill (why no, I wasn't spoiled, whatever led to that idea?). Surprises like a Donald Duck with his nephews waddling behind him you drug about with a string, airplanes, a model truck that I put on a shelf to see and rarely touched, wheel tops that you spun with a twist of your fingers, and other things that I have forgotten. Once he either did not have any money or he forgot to look for something, so he brought me colorful early spring wildflowers in a jelly glass, and those were treasured just as much as a toy, witness that I still have that memory, though they did not last long after picking.
I would pull the blossoms off flowers my Aunt and Mother would plant, and crush them on the porch steps to release fragrance and rub that in the places my mother and aunt would put perfume, then run in excitedly to see if they could smell it on me, and wear towel "skirts" when they said they could. I guess I felt I was "dressed up" then since I associated them wearing perfume with dressing nicely.