My friends, there's an epidemic sweeping our nation's bakeries that I think you should know about: SPATIAL AWARENESS DISORDER.
And believe me, it's SAD.
It starts innocently enough.
First you might notice a few odd gaps in their writing:
Then they run out of room:
they decide to just keep going:
The next thing you know, the bakery's sense of scale is swinging wildly from one extreme to another, ranging from the microscopic:
To the titanic:
"We had to bake three more cakes to fit it all in, but we made it!"
Occasionally a wreckerator might recognize that s/he's made a mistake:
Thereby making it worse.
In its final stages, the SAD affect can get doubly bizarre:
Bakers lose all sense of gravity, distance, and direction...
...and even more disturbing: appropriate word placement.
To this day, Nanny still can't look the mall Santa in the eye.
Thanks to Chris S., Rebecca M., Marina C., Rachel P., Cindy E., Marc, Trish M., & Alison for finally exposing the third rail of cake decorating.