Games for Young and Old

I arrived home after an eventful day and I took one look at the colourful plastic beetles on the table and reserved my judgement.  I wanted to scream at the young lady sitting next to Merv.  I wanted to tell her it's not appropriate for him to play with kiddie games. 
The colourful beetles had body bits (legs etc) to be added after throwing a certain number on the dice provided.  I shut my mouth and listened to the young lady looking after Merv prattle on about the colourful game they had bought.
I left those cute beetles on the table after she left and I busied myself making afternoon tea and a much needed caffeine fix for myself.
I thought a bit more about those cute little beetles.  If we had grandchildren, playing with kiddie beetles would be acceptable, actually it would be expected.  We don't have grandchildren but does that make it wrong or alright to play with kiddie beetles? 
Merv can no longer play the more complex games which we used to enjoy.  I understand the support workers get bored playing Merv's favourite games of dominoes and UNO at each and every visit.
Where do we draw the line to age appropriate games and activities?
Merv sometimes uses a clothing protector, an appropriate name for an adult.  In basic language it's an adult size bib.  Using the word, 'bib' for an adult is deemed inappropriate the same as calling adult incontinence pants, 'nappies.'   Yes, I hate that as well,  I couldn't call them nappies.
When I take Merv out anywhere there is his wheelchair, the bags, usually more than one and it reminds me of the times we took babies and later toddlers out.  There was a fold up pram and bags and more bags.  The pram is now a wheelchair but the rest is pretty much the same.
The question remains whether to allow the kiddie games or should we re-name the kiddie games with more adult appropriate names?

Beetles and bits

No Donation Today

It's quiet in the house, we have had a slow start to the day.  I like Saturday mornings.  Unless we have something booked I walk to the shop early to buy the weekend paper before waking Merv.  We have a long breakfast and read the paper.  Merv reads the TV guide and works out when his footy team is playing! 
This morning I had already put out the washing and washed the dishes (mental note to buy a new dishwasher this month to replace broken one).  There was a knock at the door.  I moved Merv's wheelchair out of the way and had my spiel already.  If the Mormons or Jehovah Witnesses are knocking - I'm too busy to talk, thank you.  If someone is after a donation I'm figuring if I have any loose change in my purse.  If its Red Cross, Vinnies or a well known charity hopefully they will receive a more generous donation!
I stop in my tracks, my caller is neither of the above.  She tells me she is on the way to the shops and called in to see me.  I can't remember the last time she did this.  I can't remember if she has ever visited me before!  My visitor is the mum of one of Mel's friend.  Her best friend in primary and high school but sadly they have lost touch.  Her mum still lives a ten minute walk from us.  She had one of her grandchildren with her.  A little boy of 20 months who was mostly well behaved during the visit.  I could tell she was alarmed at seeing Merv.  He is not the person he used to be since Huntington's Disease took over his life six years ago.  Merv just sat and listened but he said hello to the little boy when he turned his attention to him.  The toddler wasn't phased about the minimal response he received from Merv. 
I made coffee and delighted in the only face to face conversation I knew I would have today.  In reflection I wondered how many words we exchanged in the hour she visited.  Maybe a few thousand?  Merv will say between 20 - 50 words the whole day.
As she left with her grandchild she took the time to hug me.  I didn't really need a hug but I was grateful for it.  I was even more than grateful for the conversation.  Hopefully she might call again.