I was staying at my dad’s house for my birthday (my parents are not together) and I was kinda dying inside, so to get away from things I would sneak outside through my window at 3 or 4 am to go skateboarding through the neighborhood. One time while doing that, I got a call from my mom and I was really confused and thought it was an emergency so I picked up but she was just asking how things were going. Later in the call she let me know that she bought us a pomeranian and named it Ice Cube. Instead of being confused about the name, I started yelling at her for not naming it Tinaphri. I gave her the silence treatment for two months after that.