Every morning my grandson wakes up and runs into my office blurting out, "eggs!" While he does this he jumps up and down with glee. So, I put a chair in the kitchen, get the pan going, he helps to put the butter in. I crack the eggs, he opens them, grins and says, "eggs! I do it, I do it!" He's four so now you may understand. When the eggs are ready to turn, he helps turn them. When they are ready to plate, he helps plate them, when they are ready to eat, he carries the plate to the table as if it is the most prescious thing on earth.
Once we were at the grocery store and the 'egg man' who stocks the eggs dropped a couple dozen continers of eggs on the floor right in front on my grandson. The next time he wanted eggs, he pulled them out of the refrigerator and turned to his Mom and said, "eggs." But he was shaking like a leaf afraid he would drop them and his Mom and I had a good laugh.
So, you can guess, my house has a lot of eggs. And soon it will have a gigantic bunny hopping around hiding them.
P. S. For all my visitors, normally Wednesday is Hump Day Improvisation where you come up with a couple sentences to describe what a character is doing or thinking or experiencing. Just so you know.