Bottom of My Purse

When my son was about 2 years old I was walking home from work one day and decided to stop at a clothing store to get my son some new clothes. So, I was browsing around in the kids department and found a couple of outfits. I got two identical outfits because they were on sale in two different sizes so I got his size that he wore at the time then went up a size. I figured at 2 he would care less and I was saving a dollar we both win. I was thinking go me!!! 

I get to the register and the woman who was slightly older she looked at me over the top of her glasses and she reminded me of my math teacher in the 4th grade. She asked me how many kids I had. At first I thought it was an odd question then I thought she was being nosey like people are. So, I  almost called her by old teachers name, Mrs. Buick, and I told her one. She said twins? I was thinking did she hear me?  I repeated myself and said no, just one. I started digging in my giant bag that was a tote bag which doubled as a purse looking for the cash to pay for clothes for my "twins" and I pulled out two little balls, one sucker, two hot wheels cars, an old teething ring and something which had turned green or was already green naturally I couldn't tell. Since I was holding up the line with all my digging for my wallet the cashier sighed loudly twice, the woman behind me totally understood since she actually did have twins and a 3 year old. 

That was the moment I realized how much my life had changed. As I threw everything back in my bag including the bag of clothes I happily walked home with all my treasures, old and new. 

And almost ten years later if you look in my bag you will probably see some stuff that belongs to my son. And there's nothing wrong with that.