Eggs

Peter loves hard boiled eggs.  We have to hide them so that he won't be asking to eat them everyday. Obviously, he is not able to distinguish the hard boiled eggs to the raw eggs - yet.  This morning before church, we found two raw eggs cracked open on the counter and the bottom shelf of the fridge. I cleaned up the mess.  After church, when I was trying to crack some eggs to stir fry rice for lunch, this was what I got... it almost threw me off balance. :)

Yeah... Peter found the hard boiled stash and put them in with the raw eggs thinking himself being helpful...