Story time.
I was in 10th grade, we had a special speaker come in for “political correctness training”... for high schoolers... this went about as well as you’d think it could. Anyway, we were on the topic of “mentally challenged” people. We were instructed to henceforth refer to them as “cognitively impaired”, to which someone yelled out “THAT SOUNDS RETARDED”. Now I don’t know if this lady has ever worked with remorseless highschoolers before, but let me tell you, this lady was SHOOK.

Imagine:
You are older than dust, Surely headed to the grave soon. You have guilted your child, Antonicanila, to let you stay with her and her family in your old age. (You named her that because it’s just so unique). She allowed you to go get an ice cream cone one day. “There and back” you promised her. She’s busy and doesn’t have time to plan a funeral just because you got overstimulated.
While sitting on the bench next to the parlor, a wide eyed innocent child runs up to you. “Mister mister!!! What were video games like when you were a kid!”