The children were collecting them from the bathtub as it drained. The cheesedoodle would “scoop” them out of the tub and very carefully “place” them in the cup. I would ask, “What’s this one?” and the mackerdoodle would answer. The cheesedoodle would listen very carefully, nod at his sister’s description, then go back for another one.
This is my cup. It may look empty, but believe me, it is overflowing.