Ode to a Three-Minute Egg

When my parents were newlyweds, my Dad decided to make some hard boiled eggs.  As he waited for the pot to boil, he also decided to surprise my Mom by making a few three-minute eggs for their lunch.

A few minutes later, my Mom walked into the kitchen to find my Dad holding a large slotted spoon and frantically using it to pick up and put back egg after egg.  His glasses were fogged up.  He was cursing.

My Mom asked, "Pete, what are you doing?!"

My Dad answered, "I'm making some hard boiled eggs and some three-minute eggs.  I marked the three-minute eggs with a pencil, and now it's been three minutes, but I can't find the eggs I marked!"

My Mom, ever so nicely, said, "Honey, just take out any two eggs."

Dad, "What if they're the wrong ones?"

Mom, "None of them are 'wrong ones.'  Right now they're ALL three-minute eggs!"

My Dad, poor Dad, just stood there, staring blankly at his new wife, and felt like a complete fool.

By the way, this was one of my Mom's favorite stories to tell!