Add the old man who lives downstairs to the list of people we can never show our faces in front of again.
Widget1: “You look like one of my grandmas. Except that you’re a boy. Also your skin is darker.”
While we’re at it, also add the Baskin Robbins down the street, where Widget1 instructed the ice cream server today: “Don’t give me too much, so it doesn’t make my poop hard.”