I picked up the dented can and carried it to the top shelf over the refrigerator.

I set it right in the middle, beside the box of coin wrappers and the yellow ledger pad.

Lily ran into the kitchen with her purple backpack still on her shoulders.

“How come the coffee can’s sitting way up high?” Lily asked.

“That’s where it stays until Saturday,” I said.

Noah came in after her, carrying his new blue bag by the loop on top.

“Are we taking the plastic tubs to Town Hall tomorrow?” Noah asked.