Tonight Dad brought home Mexican for dinner. It is one of my favorites because of the queso and the shredded cheese and sour cream and steak and chicken. I was very enthusiastic in my desire to help Mom find the best bites and to inspect the food -- probably a bit too enthusiastic to be honest. I got banished to the bathroom along with a dish of stinky goodness. I ate some but it was definitely under protest. Then I complained at the door so Mom and Dad didn't forget about me. They did share a little sour cream with me, but I'm still pretty offended that they didn't let me help them eat.