Right after Easter, I decided that just eating the leftover eggs was not going to cut it. There were too many, so I decided I would make tuna salad. Since then, I've had a craving for tuna salad. So, I was making some for lunch and put on three eggs to boil. I then went into the living room to finish folding laundry. Christopher woke up right as I finished, so I went upstairs to change him. As I finished putting on his clothes, I smelled something burning. I ran downstairs to see this in my kitchen:
Apparently, when you leave eggs in the pan to boil past the point when there is actually still water in there, they get a bit overdone. One of them somehow busted out of the pan (with the lid on) and half of it was all over the place. My house now smells of burnt eggs and tuna.