I don’t like eggs. Here, I said it. No matter how much my parents try, I refuse to eat them. I haven’t seen mommy putting eggs into my soups, but I heard rummors: if the rummors turn out to be true, I will refuse to eat soups. My daddy makes french toast for me every Saturday and Sunday: they look very suspicious, but I eat them as long as I have no idea how they are made. Well, I only eat less than half before I start playing with the rest.