My eighty-something grandparents, who I've always called Grandmother and Granddad, were introduced to Dance Dance Revolution yesterday by their great-grandson Isaac:
Next thing we'll hear they've been playing CARDS. Oh the shame of it.
I'm actually joking; I don't think dancing and card-playing and lipstick-wearing and stuff like that have been actually scandalous for nearly a century in Baptist circles. I could be wrong, of course... Baptist churches tend to do things autonomously and not within any denominational regulation or oversight.
And my grandparents are AWESOME people. The epitome of coolness.