Tuesday night we went out to eat so I did was any mom would do and stuffed Elliot's newest hot wheels in my purse and off we went.
Fast forward to Wednesday morning and I'm trying to get us packed up and out the door. From the kitchen I hear the following:
E: Fietwuks Daddy! Weee-oo!
F: Yeah, alright buddy! Fire trucks!
A: Hey! Did you get those out of mommy's purse? You aren't supposed to be in mommy's purse.
E: (Quietly, to F) Mommy try take my fietwuk.