Mars vs. Venus?

I've never been what you would call a "girly-girl". I prefer jeans (non-designer) and fleece (okay, L.L. Bean) to famous labels. I somehow missed getting the chick "shopping gene", and only go to the mall when I absolutely must, usually to one store, for a specific item. A glimpse into my closet reveals only the number of pairs of shoes I need to get by; I try to replace them just when they wear out. Sometimes, however, my perspective gets a little shake-up, courtesy of my house full of boys. One such instance: the other day my 8 year-old saw me fishing my keys out of my purse. He stared for a second, obviously having noticed it was a new bag, and asked in a tone of mild incredulity, "What do you have, like FIVE purses?" His wide-eyes and open mouth showed that he thought he had come up with a ridiculous, excessive number. I was momentarily nonplussed. "Well, yes, actually, that's exactly how many purses I have altogether." I refrained from explaining to him how one was for special occasions, one was very small and therefore good for shopping, and two were the right size for everyday use. Like many of the mysteries of female behavior, he will have to discover and figure these out for himself...woe to his future girlfriends!