Steak and potatoes

I bought steak for my bro, his fiancee and me. I guess the baby gets PBJ again. I gotta make some potatoes to go with them and bring some rolls. I've been getting along with my youngest brother while my parents are out of town.

I can come out [of my room] now.

"Gee, thanks Dad."
I'm 24, staying as a guest at your house with my 2 year old, and you sent me to my room for 'slamming' pans in protest for being called out on not doing them last night.

Seriously?

Seriously, folks. Guests at my parents' house are expected to go to their room for picking up two pans at once and making them clank in order to start the dishwater to wash them. The only thought in my head regarding him at the time was I should probably wait until he's out of the kitchen; and forget about these until later. But, then he'd be yelling at me then, and that's uncool too.

Yes, for the more mature reader, I know I'll always be a child in my parents' eyes. But I got sent to my room for trying to comply and yelled as opposed to "Good morning" over two pans(one of which was mine) that I had every intention of washing after I did my hair, which happened to be what I was doing at the time of the yelling fit on his part. Then he had the nerve to come in here thirty minutes later and tell me "You can come out of your room now." *laughter* I'm sorry I think I'm going to stay in my room until your ass is out of the house because you're too civil and 'pleasant' for me to stomach.