What's in Your Purse?

Yesterday we were getting the boys ready so we could go out for breakfast to celebrate my fabulous hubby's 30th birthday.  As we were putting on the finishing touches. 
Okay.
As I was putting on the finishing touches to my hair and makeup, M comes to me cradling several pieces of legos, proclaiming he was taking these toys with him to the restaurant.  Immediately I shot him down as I saw a flash forward of legos being launched at other diners and me having to run around trying to retrieve them.  Not fun in my book. 
I politely asked him to choose different toys with less pieces because I did not want to keep track of them.  While I thought my reasoning was pretty sound, M, on the other hand, was not impressed and continued to argue that these were the toys he was taking.  I stood firm and walked back to my room to finishing dressing.
When I emerged again, I found M stuffing my purse with legos.  I tried to stop him, I did.  but he's fast, and I'm too old for this.  He grabbed the purse and took off screaming. 
Here it is, this little 3 year old dude holding my purse hostage, carrying it around the house to keep me from taking his legos out.  What's a mom to do?  So, I give in.  Why fight it?  At least he didn't try to take his tonka truck.  
The only problem is that when I picked up my purse to go to work this morning, what do you think I found?   Not brain surgery people.  There they were, in all of their duplo colorful glory,  the legos.
I know I'm not the only who ends up with a billion unnecessary and unwanted items in my purse.  
So what's in your purse?