So, I took the boys on a little 'dinner date with mommy.' As we sat down to enjoy our meals, a fashionably dressed woman with a large Louis Vuitton purse sat at a table behind us, plopping that gigantic thing in the chair opposite herself.
Max contemplates her for a few seconds.... then he points, and announces loudly to the whole cafe:
"Look, mommy, that silly lady is on a date with her purse!"
Rachea. And I am a recovering Marthaholic.