Three Hands

Setting: Sunday, June 28, 2015. Master bathroom, 6:35 p.m.

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?
Melina: Yes.
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.
Me: Yep.
Melina: [Wistful smile on her face.] Sometimes, I wish I had three hands.