What'chu talkin' 'bout Daddy?

I guess I'm not allowed to get my own snacks anymore.  Daddy says so.  Mommy and daddy keep my chews in a bookcase by the door.  It's exactly at Baxter height, so I can help myself whenever I want some.  Last night I helped myself to 3 pieces.  I guess that was too many 'cause daddy caught me.  He said I can't do it anymore.