Where handbag?

Max is a little bit obsessed with my purse. Actually he's a little bit obsessed with Marm, as long as he doesn't see him in real life. (Their only 10-second encounter involved both of them frozen in place, staring at each other, until Marm hissed and Max let out a little scream/cry. It was kind of hilarious, once I assured Max that Marm was just as scared as he was.) Anyway, whenever I babysit, Max eventually has this conversation with me:

Max: Where handbag? (with his cute little hands pointed up in a "where is it?" pose)

Me: I don't know. You'll have to look for it.

Max: Jacket! (Holding up my coat).

Me: Oh you found it under my jacket!

Max: Help open.

Me: Hold on to this end with this hand, and hold the zipper with the other hand, and pull.

Max: Zip! (while opening the purse)

Max: Where cat?

Me: Do I have a cat in my handbag?!

Max: No, phone.

Me: Oh, you want to see a picture of the cat on my phone?

Max: Yes.

(I show him some pictures of Marm)

Max: He cute.

Me: You're cute too, Max.

Max: Yes. I cute.