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?”

Peter: “Touché.”