The year is 2017. My 4-year-old granddaughter Stephanie (not her real name) looks wide-eyed at our holiday dinner, her face aglow with candlelight, and exclaims, "Let's eat Grammy!"
There are indulgent smiles around the table. Still, rules are rules.
"Unless you want to begin nibbling on her fingers," says my daughter, "you need to use a comma with a form of direct address."
"Sorry Mommy," says Stephanie. "I forget my commas when I'm excited. Let's eat, Grammy!"
"That's better. And?"
"Sorry, Mommy."
"Well done!" I say, passing the cranberries to my wife, who like me takes comfort in knowing that punctuation rules are being passed along to the next generation.
I was just thinking of how I love the holidays, a time for family gatherings and traditions, when my son says, "Let's play 'Hyphen-ate.'"