Lucy has had a long and tumultuous relationship with eggs.
She used to eat them hard boiled, then not at all. Then she ate them hard boiled but just the whites. Then she liked them scrambled with a little goat cheese and chives. Then, and for a long stretch, not at all again. Then, she watched her father eat them poached and she embraced the egg again but still no yoke, only white and she kind of ate around the outside.
She even entertained eating them poached in tomato sauce. She was game, but never got comfortable with the whole "eggs in the stuff my pasta should be in" idea and anyway, she was having a whole love/hate thing with sauce in general then and whether sauce should actually be on stuff or just thrown in the garbage bin, so that never really went anywhere.
And now we are in an egg fried gently in butter, no yoke if we are home, and over medium if we are in a restaurant, so she can easily separate the yolk from the egg and hand it to me to dispose of across the table.
So, well into the fried egg no yolk phase, Lucy has been enamored of my separating the yolk from the white and she has been eager to do it. She is pretty adept at cracking eggs and landing the whole thing inside a bowl or pan, but she still is missing the nuances of toggling a runny yolk back and forth between shells and separating the two.
But last night, we went for it.
I handed her an egg and said "Okay, first thing we're gonna do is crack the shell open against something hard."
And then I set about melting a nice pad of butter in a pan. I'm not sure why I wasn't watching Lucy with the egg. I should have been because "crack the shell open against something hard" in pre-school language actually meant "here, take this egg and smash it against your sister's head over and over until you crack the entire thing open in her hair".
Fortunately, Edie found this all strangely humorous and most of the egg - except for what was matted into her hair and the yolk which Lucy and I ultimately fished out of the pan with a spoon after a failed toggle - actually ended up in the pan.
Our long tumultuous road with the egg continues...