This reminds me of when my then-three-year-old found a jar of knives (I don’t even know why we had that … ) and objected to me taking it because “it’s mine! I found it!” I felt bad taking it because I wanted to acknowledge their agency, but it seemed like a better option than the alternative. (I did try to explain to them why I was disregarding their will about it.)

Or when the same kid and I were wandering around my dad’s house shortly after he passed and they found a giant pair of scissors in his basement.