We are pretty much creatures of habit, and one of our habits is to mark Saturday mornings by adding a four-minute soft boiled egg to our usual juice, toast and coffee breakfast. Last Saturday was no different.
Peter boiled the eggs as I scurried around watering plants and throwing laundry into the washing machine. When we sat down for breakfast, our conversation went like this:
Me: “My egg has a huge crack in it.”
Peter: “Oh, I didn’t see it.”
Me: “ I know you didn’t see it because you would have taken that egg. You always give me the better thing.”
Peter: That’s because you deserve it.”
Me: “And that’s why I got you?”