Yolk Together

(When my parents first get married, my dad is keen to be accommodating with his new in-laws. The first time he stays over with them, my nana accidentally breaks the yolk on one of the fried eggs for breakfast.)

Dad: “Don’t worry; I don’t mind having a broken yolk.”

(Somehow, my nana interpreted this as him liking his yolks to be broken. Forty-two years of marriage later, and every fried egg she has ever served him has had a broken yolk. My dad doesn’t have the heart to tell her.)