My son corrects me all the time. It's because I now, like my dad, I get words mixed up. It's funny. I told him recently that one of the biggest surprises for me was the amount of water birds down here. How much I enjoy watching them and taking their photos with a zoom lens. I told him my favorite bird was the penguin. He politely waited a couple of seconds for me to correct myself and when I didn't, he suggested "Dad are you sure you don't mean pelican?"
It's a gradual genetic affliction that I can see coming, a bit like
Norm Crosby.
I use to hang out with younger teachers and whenever I was groping for an actors name, a movie or character they would provide "In Conversation Support" so my part in the conversation went a little smoother. I miss them a bunch.