My mother came over to make fried matzoh for my kids. It took my middle child til 2:30pm to show up for breakfast and whence she did… she asked what the soggy food was.
Kid: What’s this wet matzoh?
Bubbie: It’s fried matzoh; you asked for it yesterday.
Kid (looking at me) Oh.
Me: Just try it.
Kid: (pointing to slime) What’s that?
Bubbie: It’s egg.
Kid: I kinda gave up eggs awhile ago.
Bubbie: You have to use egg to make it; stop being ridiculous and find the love!
Kid: (staring at me; picking at the food) Eggs are dead chickens that never got born.
Me: Not every egg is supposed to be a chicken; it depends who lays it.
Kid: (eye squint; mouth twist)
…..And then it hit me… hens can’t lay eggs *(or whichever is the boy).