Popeye's

**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.

Chicken Nuggets

Me: Eating chicken nuggets.

Mom: “Did you get regular or spicy?”

Me: “Damn. They make spicy ones?

Mom: “Oh, they come in spicy?”

Me: “What!?”

Mom: “What?”

Me: “Are you asking or telling?”

Mom: “I could ask or tell you the same thing.”

Me: “What!?”

Mom: “What?”

Me: ……….“Is there BBQ sauce in the fridge?”

Mom: “Yeah, guy.”

Mac & Cheese