Last night we boiled eggs. At bedtime, I put the eggs in a bowl and put the bowl in the fridge, but I left the pot of water on the table, empty except for a few strings of white and yellow egg from one that cracked in the hot water.
This morning, Dan went looking for breakfast and came to me mildly distressed.
"Mom," he said solemnly. "I want an egg but you left them out overnight and they decayed in the pot into little bits of white and yellow. They all decayed."
Smiling, I told him I put them in the fridge in a bowl.
"Why?" he asked.
"So they wouldn't decay,"I said. What other answer could there be?
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