My favorite story is of family. My grandaughter was 1 year old and while taking a bath wanted to have all three slippery plastic rings, but she only had two hands and three rings. After a few fumbles, slippery drops and a look at me of frustration she stuck one of the rings in her mouth and took one of each two rings left in each hand and held up both hands in the air for her victory. I took a picture and keep it next to my desk. I get a smile everyday. She is five now and just as determined and adorable.