M: My eggs… my eggs…smell like…
M: NOOOO! They smell like salt.
AZG: Huh. They do smell like salt. Did you put salt on her eggs?
T: I always put salt on her eggs. She likes salt on her eggs.
M: You know what place I like the smell of?
AZG: What place, sweetie?
M: The 99 cent store and the store with the big, red K.
AZG: Do you mean Circle K?
AZG and T exchange glances.
T: She likes the smell of broken dreams.
NOTE: T is my husband. M is our daughter. H is my son. H was not here for breakfast today.