Yesterday at work, I reached into my purse to grab my out my planner. After fishing around for a bit, I ended up pulling out what I thought might be my cell phone. Instead, it was a play cell phone I often hand to Barrett at restaurants or in the car. Upon further investigation, my purse has morphed from my very own fashion statement to veritable playland. Complete with plastic Mickey and Minnie Mouse figurines, If You Give a Moose a Muffin, a plastic bicycle, a baggie of nilla wafers, a separate mixed baggie of goldfish crackers and raisins, a plastic mini-human spoon and spork, and of course, a size 4 dipe.
You can take the mom outta the house but you can’t take the momness out of the mom.