Kim is helping Skylar decorate her pink thrift-store dress in the kitchen. I'm preparing my lunch. Periodically, I blurt out one of my favorite nonsense phrases in my low-blood-sugar randomness. But Skylar objects to my ramblings:
"It's disturbing the one who's fitting the gown for me."
That's Skylar syntax for you. And abstraction, too. How many five-year-olds refer to their own mother as "the one who"?