When your toddler gets possessive

I went to IKEA to buy something for Tom’s bed. While there, I got more of their excellent kid’s utensils (why do they give the kids knives?). Anyway, after I got them home and ran them through the dishwasher, I discovered that we now had WAY too many kids’ untesils for the slot dedicated to them in the utensil drawer. I took out all the baby spoons and table damaging metal utensils (because kids stab tables. They’re savages…SAVAGES).
Tom awakes from his nap, sees the bag of HIS spoons sitting on the counter (fail…put that shit out of sight) and does what he sees as logical, puts it back in the utensil drawer.
So, I again, take and bag up all the unnecessary utensils, and throw them into the pantry on a shelf in case I’m ever blessed with another baby who needs baby spoons. And that’s when Tom turns on me.

If “asshole” was in his vocabulary, he would have called me one, at the top of his lungs.

Instead, he called me a “meanie” and ran off crying. And really, I have to give it to the kid. He did what he was supposed to, and put his things away. I ruined his effort, and didn’t explain to him what I was trying to accomplish. 

I think he got a cookie for his trouble…Better than a timeout…

He even put the ziploc bag away. I mean, top notch straightening up.