Too Many Drugs in the 60s

A conversation between me and Mother Sparkles earlier today:

Me: I'm almost done setting up the account with your new ISP.
MS: What's an ISP?
Me: Internet service provider. The people who will let you get on your computer and play games.
MS: Oh! They're nice people.
Me: Yeah, ok. Anyway, I just need to know what you want your user id to be.
MS: Um, what's that?
Me: The name you'll use to login. It will also be your email address. Something like mydaughterissuperfantastic@blahblah.com. I think that has a nice little jingle to it, don't you?
MS: Uh huh. What are my other choices?
Me: Whatever you want, as long as it hasn't already been taken by someone else. But what's wrong with telling the world that I'm superfantastic?
MS: Nothing, dear. But I'd like an email address that reflects my personality.
Me: Oh, whatever.
MS: [looks skyward and twirls around a few times]
Me: [rolling eyes]
MS: I know! Rainbows flowers and trees!
Me: You want your email address to be rainbowsflowersandtrees@blahblah.com ?
MS: Yes! I do!

[silence]

Me: Oh my sweet lord.
MS: What? I think that reflects my personality!
Me: You took the brown acid, didn't you?