Egg-splosion!

Saturday morning, The Girl was cooking 2 fried eggs for The Wife. This is not one of my specialities, but the Girl seems to know what she is doing. I thought the eggs were done cooking and said so. Here was the response: The Girl: Dad, trust me, I know what I am doing (shaking a spatula in my face). Just as she turned back to tend to the eggs, one of the yolks exploded, sending egg parts all over the kitchen including her hair. I've heard of putting mayonaise in your hair...