My Mother's Mother

Dinner time last night, the following conversation happened. I have become mother to my mother (said with a smile). 

Mom: How come you have so many onions? I didn't hardly have any onions. Why do you have so many? 
Me: I put a whole layer of onions on top of your meat, just like I did on mine. You just have less meat since you won't eat much of it anyway. 
Mom (who has sat looking at her serving of meat with onions and cheese for about 5 minutes): My meat is cold. (makes a face)
Me: Your meat wasn't cold when I gave it to you.
Mom: The cats don't like the meat.
Me: The cats aren't getting anything else.
Mom: Is this all the fries I get?
Me: I would like for you to eat your meat before giving you more fries.
Mom: The cats don't like the meat.
Me: That's too bad for the cats.
Mom: My meat is cold. (again with the face)

The good news is that she eventually ate everything on her plate, including a few more fries. Ann and I were talking today about her current behavioral patterns and we decided that while her mind is still very sharp (she processes well when she isn't too tired), but her behavior patterns are that of a 5 year old - thankfully, it's usually an obedient but inquisitive 5 year old.