Went out with 3 of the Sons this afternoon, which means I found myself in Popeye's, picking up dinner.
Son #2 had this HUGE grin on his face, as we waited for our order. I asked him why he was smiling so much, and he said,
"I don't know how they do it, but they must fry this chicken in sex, or something. It smells that good."
Let us hope that he is operating on theory.