The Queen: Wow, the kitties love that poultry-flavored hairball medicine I bought.
It may not surprise you to discover that we have conversations like this all the time.
Me: You're kidding.
The Queen: Seriously. They hated the last kind, but I just gave them this new stuff and they were, like, purring with happiness. Now they're all excited and running around the house like a bunch of wild Indians.
Me: Ahem! We do not say "running around like a bunch of wild Indians" any more. These days the correct phrase is "running around like a bunch of wild Native Americans".
The Queen: Whoops, that's what I meant to say.
Me: Anyhow, they love the hairball medicine, huh?
The Queen: The Native Americans? Yes, they're crazy for it.
Me: Hah! Amazing fact -- the Native Americans were renowned for using every part of the hairball medicine, leaving nothing to waste.