“Did you get her the fruit and walnut salad?” I ask M as we settle ourselves noisily into a booth at McDonald’s.
“No, they were all out.”
“Mama! I want grapes!” C clamors, used to her usual fare.
“Sorry baby, they were all out. Have a chicken nugget for now, we’ll have some fruit later at home.” But as I say that I remember something and lean down to reach into my purse. M’s eyes widen in surprise as I pull out a pristine baggy of glossy purple grapes and hand them to C.
“Here you go baby.”
“Thank you mama.”
OK. So it’s not a Mary Poppins magic purse. I just happened to have forgotten to take the leftovers from the previous dinner out of my purse, but C clearly takes the magic for granted and often begs for things that I can’t possibly produce, like fresh sippies of milk after an all day outing. I can’t always pull grapes out on a moment’s notice, but my purse is usually overflowing and most of the time I can find something that can fit the bill.
For instance, today, my purse holds:
A book for me
A book for the kids
A chew toy or two
A notebook or three
A Zopenex inhaler for C
A pen or five
A bunch of crayons salvaged from various restaurants
At least three paycheck stubs
A handful of printed recipes that I probably will never get around to making
Some eczema cream
Two or three take out menus
A diaper or two
Sunglasses for me
Sunglasses for C
Vaccination records for both kids
Triaminic – Thin strips for easy dosing!
And I’m scared to search any deeper, but wow, no wonder it’s so heavy.
So? What’s in your purse?
(And no, I’m not going to tell you what’s in my wallet. If I do you’ll feel compelled to join the large group of people hounding me to get a new wallet already.)