Be quiet, Amber.

As Amber notices me pull my wallet out of the little pouch under my wheelchair:

Amber - "That's kind of like your purse!"

Me - "No. It's just a little bag where I keep my wallet and gum and other stuff in because it's hard to reach in my pockets while I'm sitting down sometimes."

Amber - "Yeah, it's a purse."

Thanks, baby Amber, for making me feel like a girl.