Semper Paratus, mom-style

  
Just enough of an exaggeration to be funny. Stone Soup hits the mark again.

My mother didn't carry a change of clothes for herself in her purse, but, boy, the rest of it was in there. She carried a cloth diaper for years after any of us were young enough to need a diaper. That wasn't what it was for -- it was for everything else.

I remember one Sunday, we were sitting in church and some kid in the next family over began to *urp*. She had that diaper out of her purse and under his chin like Zorro flicking a bullwhip. Kid barfed right into it while his own mother looked like she'd just seen Wonder Woman.

Which she had.

With the nest having been empty a good 40 years or so, Mom carries a much smaller purse these days.  But the old one wasn't really that big -- it was sort of like a clown car, or a magician's top hat.

And she still carries this reputation:

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[Mary in Ohio]

Thank goodness we were raised before the "discovery" of Reye's Syndrome. Makes you wonder how any of us lived to grow up. Maybe Mom knew something...