Not unlike a master jeweler appraising a rare gem, no? The sorting of the eggs is serious business around here. And while they're sorting, I'm readying myself for the onslaught . . . "Mom, I'm not hungry for breakfast. Can't I just have some eggs instead?" "Mom, when can I have another egg?" "Mom, she had two eggs and I only had one." "Mom, can't I have just one more? Pleeeeaaaase!"
Thankfully, the husband is an accomplished egg pilferer.