On Sunday, my son announced that he wanted "eggy." So, my husband grabbed a couple of eggs, filled a pot with water, and we began the process of making hard-boiled eggs.
Did I mention my son is five, and is rather impatient? For the next 30 minutes or so, all we heard was, "I want eggy. Where is my eggy?" So, of course, we pulled the eggs out too soon, they were soft-boiled instead of hard, and my son rejected them as "icky."