Recently, I saw a blog post called ‘what’s in my changing bag.’ I am also aware of ‘what’s in my handbag’ posts so I have been thinking about this and what I can do. We are just about past changing bags and, to be honest, even I don’t know what’s in my handbag and the thought of emptying it out for the world to see fills me with horror. So…I found a cunning alternative.
The Easter Bunny brought Boo a new handbag. A lovely pink, spotty, Minnie Mouse number.
As any young lady should, she had a ‘clear out’ of her old bag which basically involved her transferring everything to the new bag.
So after a very long bedtime (due to the prolific amount of chocolate consumed today), I did the unthinkable.
I looked in her bag.
Now, if she was 15, I think she would have grounds to be angry at me (although I think I would be going through it then for totally different reasons).
At three, I think she will forgive me.
What an eye opener though. This is what I found:
A plastic lipstick, a hair bobble, a bunny ring off a cake-with a bit of icing still attached.
Some crayons and a set of plastic car keys, all pretty normal so far. Even the 2p, little doll and toy car were what I would consider ordinary for a three year old.
Then it got interesting.
The magnetic letters are stolen from nursery. I discovered them in her coat pocket on the last day before the Easter holidays and I meant to remove them and return them next term. I obviously forgot all about them and they found their way into her little bag.
She has a bit of a history with ‘borrowing items’ from shops. She took a figure from our local toy shop which I had to sheepishly return and then two pencil erasers from the newsagents which I also took back.
If we are out and about on the farm, Hubster always makes me check her pockets if we’ve been near machinery or hardware. So funny. Then who can forget the car keys incident which I had to take a holiday from work. (Familiarise yourself with it here-it is worth it just for a laugh)
The other weird find was a blood-glucose monitor. I had gestational diabetes with Boo so this has been lying around for a while but the little love thinks it is phone and calls it her ‘bine’ which I think stems from the word mobile.
If we lose the ‘bine,’ it is a nightmare. Similar to my previous choc post, chants of bine, bine, bine can be heard a fair distance away.
She has toy mobile phones and a couple of our old phones to play with but nothing compares to this, the original bine.
I once did a post about finding things under furniture and that was amusing enough but the handbag enlightenment made me chuckle in what has been a trying day due to the 5.30am start and the sugar overload-how ironic with the bine.
What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever found in your child’s pocket or bag?