My mother during the summer liked to eat a small cone every evening. GF and BF would take a piece of the cone with a few drops of ice cream.

Now every night she barks as loud as possible at 7:30 for ice cream cone. We try other snacks and she barks. BF just likes snacks.

Now my mother has to make a small cone to eat and share. Now you would think GF would be grateful and sit with her. Nope. 

She leaves and sleeps on one of her 4 beds in the family room.

Oh GF wants to say something.

“Your mother trained me to eat ice cream cone and since I am the Queen I expect it.”