I walked into the kitchen this morning to find Phillip cracking some eggs into a bowl. I asked what he was doing, and he (of course) responded, "Making eggs". I knew he wasn't hungry, but figured it couldn't hurt to scramble them up - they were already cracked! So, we added the usual spices into some milk, poured into a frying pan and I was letting Phillip stir/scramble while I monitored. I turned for just a minute when I heard Peter start fussing to see what was wrong. When I turned back to Phillip, he had apparently decided that the eggs didn't have enough pepper - and promptly poured the entire shaker in. The eggs turned out black (although not burnt) with a granulated texture. Needless to say, we didn't eat them. ;-)