I went home for Christmas to my Dads house one year. My nephew, who is now out of high school, was barely walking and certainly not talking more than "dada" and "mama". I have had an aversion to purses most of my life and rarely carry one. My step-Mother insisted that if I were to take her car out to see my friends that I take my purse, instead of stuffing my id and money in my jean pocket. I pleaded with her to just let me go, and anyway I had no idea where my purse was. She told me I had to find it before I could go. This small banter went back and forth all the while I was getting ready. When I sat down to put my shoes on, my tiny little nephew waddled over to me and laid my purse down in my lap. They clearly know what is going on, even at the tender age of one year.