That post title brings back memories:

It was 1981 and my mom was having a hard time getting over the passing of my dad. So for a while, I occasionally took her to the movies.

One Saturday, I took her to see “Heavy Metal”.

She watched attentively with nary a comment.

Afterwards, I expected her to say something about it, given its mature content.

And, as we were passing through the lobby, she did:

“That was a cartoon.”