Several years ago while at the grocery store with one of my kids we opened a carton of farm fresh brown eggs.
Having never seen anything but white egg shells my child asked, “Yuck, what is wrong with those eggs?
To which I replied, “Nothing. They just haven’t been painted yet.”
“Really?” the response.
“Yeah, how would you like to be the guy at the factory that paints all the eggs?” I said.
“What an awful job,” he replied.
“Yeah, stay in school.” I said.
He leaves for college on scholarship next week. And yes. I made him figure out the eggs on his own.