The eggs I want to party with

Made of sunshine and mac and cheese

This morning started off with the peeling of what felt like about a thousand eggs. We're lucky to get fresh, colorful, and utterly delicious eggs daily from our backyard flock. I boiled many more than I thought we needed. I knew that some would be sacrificed to the dog, some wrecked by my subpar peeling skills, and yet others would end up ruined by the preschool committee.

Despite boiling twice as many eggs as I thought we needed, we still cut it close. The percentage of redundancy required in any project increases at least 10% every time someone under five says: "I'll halp," or "I do it." Throw a labrador in the mix, and it's game over.