Memories of my Troll Dad
When my little brother was about 6 my dad pulled him aside, with two eggs, he took my brother and told him he was going to smash it on his head. My brother freaks, dad chases him around the house, finally grabs him, and smashes the egg on his head. There is no mess, it doesn’t even come apart… just cracks. My dad shows him its just a gag; it’s been boiled.
He hands my brother the other egg, and says, “go get mom.” 30 seconds later my mother is covered in raw egg yelling at my father, my brother is confused and in tears.