Little Brother (inspecting his T-shirt): 
“Do you think I can still wear this shirt today, even though I spilled Leaky Egg* on it?”
Me: “How about you get a wet paper towel and wipe it up and see how it looks when it dries?”
LB: “Well, I already licked it off, so…”
(*Translation: a Leaky Egg is an egg over easy. Yes, I know all about salmonella danger. We live on the edge over here.)
The only saving grace here is that the egg seems to have spilled on the bright yellow letters…
Classy.
All the time. You’re sure you want to be in a situation where you’ll eat with this kid? 😉
Most certainly I do!
Oh good! I was hoping I hadn’t scared you off!
Niiiiice.
BTW, we called them fried eggs growing up. I’m going to have some for breakfast today, but if I spill it on my shirt, I promise that I won’t lick it. 😉
I call them fried eggs too, but in LittleBrotherish, they’ve been renamed.