Tattle Tale

Mom somehow convinced the physical therapist to go to the store for her. Conversation as follows:

Mom: I'll probably have him get me ice cream, so don't go telling Aneita.
Me: Did you just ask me not to tattle on you?
Mom: No, just don't tell her.
Me: Why would I tell her?
Mom: Because you tell her everything! You run to her and tell her every little thing and I don't need her telling me what to eat and what not to eat.
Me: I do not run to her and tell her everything. She tells you what to eat and not eat because she's a caregiver and she cares about you and you're lactose intolerant with a growing hernia and building pressure in your belly. Doesn't ice cream give you gas? Seems to me that with all your GI issues...I wouldn't poke the bear is what I'm saying. I'd we happen to have the same opinion, that doesn't mean I ran to her. It means we both care about you and want you to feel better. Maybe she saw you eating it, or the empty containers in the trash.
Mom: I only eat it at night. And you know I'm going to quit soon.
Me: Wait, wasn't it the last time she was over, you were saying how I had to go shopping because you were out of ice cream?
Mom: I could have meant popsicles! She doesn't know!
Me: Popsicles are not ice cream. Hahaha! I think you're just trying to think of a reason to get mad at me.
Mom: I am not! You keep your mouth shut!
Me: Okay....I won't tattle on you to Aneita.

Mom stormed off into her room, angry and hollering something about how we don't care about her. She gets grumpy when it rains; her pain is greater. She was really angry that I didn't cancel the physical therapist even though she told me to. She was upset that I didn't listen to her. She couldn't admit that, though, because she did feel better after pt and if I had canceled, he wouldn't have been able to get her precious ice cream. So she found another reason to gripe at me.

Aneita's going to love this story. Mwahaha!