At the checkout yesterday, I was behind a mother with her young son. He was, with arm outstretched, reaching toward the carton of eggs sliding down the conveyor belt to be scanned. “Waaaannnnnnt Egggy!!!” he cried, over and over again.

“I’m sorry honey, we have to cook it first,” replied his mom. “Waaaaaannnnnt Egggggy!!!”

“He really likes eggs,” she explained to the adults present.