I think every mom hid some attention getting, melt down averting, stomach rumble stopping tricks in her bag. I certainly do. Which means I carry a  bag that would make a sherpa strain to lift and  looks like this when you peak inside:

Peanut butter Ritz Bitz? Check.

Tissues? Check

Face and antibacterial wipes? Check.

Other forms of disinfection? Check.

Suckers? Check.

Diapers, wipes, rash cream? Check. Check. Check.

Dinosaurs? Check.

It should be noted that the only things in this bag that are mine are the wallet and sunglasses case.