Don’t mess with his strawberries.

My youngest son is a very mild mannered kid. Usually, he is really laid back type of guy. He’ll put up with the antics of his older brother and his younger sister. The baby can be mean, y’all. She’ll poke and smack and mess with him just to see how far she can take it. He’s a really sweet natured kid. Just don’t mess with his strawberries.
This morning, I was cleaning and cutting them up to serve with breakfast and his father tried to help himself to one. The boy’s entire personality changed. He looked at my husband like, “What the world?” and shooed him off. Twice. Not ordinary, “away, away” but “I’m not going to tell you too many more times to back off of my strawberries.” Maybe he knows that strawberry season is coming to an end or something. Shoot. I remember when I didn’t have to share my strawberries.