Faculty of faculties

Sam and Simmy spent a day with the old folks. Thankfully, 'Horn' didn't land on his head and his legs had become a little less rubbery.
Sun Ray was less than sunny and said, 'I'm not enjoying myself anymore.'
Simmy just met her eyes with a wordless understanding look.
Hard to imagine me at a loss for words, you say?
Well, wise guys, what would you say to that?
'Horn' said he wasn't the boss anymore and Simmy thought, 'Oh yah? Oh no! Who is then?'
It was like... overnight... the parents' faculties had done flown the coop.
The new medication packs... which seemed like the ideal solution to the 'Faculty of Baby Boomers'- a.k.a. the children... were not self- explanatory after all, not to the faculties of the 'Builder Generation' parents.
And, of course, the medical faculty had prescribed enough medication to fell a horse. But hey, it's keeping all the bodies' vital signs right where they need to be.
Darn shame you can't walk with all those meds, 'Horn.' Can't walk from your rocking chair to the bathroom? I can't imagine why! Your vital signs are perfect!
We can't work out the conflict of the faculties anymore than Kant could. Can we?