This morning, I was playing with Ramona and she had chosen to play with her My Little Ponies. She was in the process of naming the characters she'd chosen, and one of them was christened Mrs. Cotton Candy Ice Cream Cone.
"Now," she said quite thoughtfully, "that would be Cotton space Candy space Ice space Cream space Cone." Then, she looked up at me, a finger to her chin, and said, "Or, would you need commas there?"
I assured her that her spaces were more than adequate.
What are we doing to this poor child?
I promise you we don't do this to her deliberately. She just listens. To. Everything.