When I used to get sick and mom would take off a bit of work to care for me, I wouldn’t have much of an appetite. Often, I’d request ice cream, and, not getting it, would be told that I’m obviously not that sick if I want to eat ice cream. A compromise was usually reached with strawberry gelatin, which I only want when I’m sick.
Mother’s day this year was kind of a bust. I went home, but halfway through Saturday mom came down with a fever so we left the auction we were at and I hauled her home and attempted to care for her. Now I know where my crotchety nature when I’m ill comes from. I finally convinced her to get in bed and later in the evening she wanted something to eat. What did she want to eat? Ice Cream. I gave her some.