Embarrassing story time! When i was a wee lad about 7 or 8, a kid on the playground called me a “gaylord”. I didn’t know what this was and asked my mom later and she said it meant someone who was really happy…like lord of happy people. Anyways i proudly proclaimed to all who would listen at the next recess that I was in fact, a gaylord. Don’t shelter your kids people, that shit followed me for years.