Melina sits on the tile floor, rummaging through the linen cabinet while I sprinkle baking soda on the walls of the tub and shower.
Melina: Hey Mom! Why do we have these rings in here?
Me: The butterfly rings?
Me: Oh. Those are from when we celebrated Grandma's birthday. I put them in that box to bring home, and I forgot about them.
Melina: Looks like there are three of them.
Melina: [Wistful smile on her face.] Sometimes, I wish I had three hands.