**This essay is the next in a series that deals with the topic of caring for an aging loved one, namely my mother. Be advised that these are intended to deal with a serious issue, in a lighthearted and humorous way. Feel free to peruse those linked stories for more background or information.**
My mother has recently become obsessed with the chicken sandwich from the fast food restaurant Popeye’s. So occasionally, it’s a meal we share when I visit. The following conversations are from two separate visits.
Me: Eating chicken nuggets.
Mom: “Did you get regular or spicy?”
Me: “Damn. They make spicy ones?
Mom: “Oh, they come in spicy?”
Me: “Are you asking or telling?”
Mom: “I could ask or tell you the same thing.”
Me: ……….“Is there BBQ sauce in the fridge?”
Mom: “Yeah, guy.”
Mac & Cheese