Eggs, eggs, everywhere

Today my patience was tried to an all new extreme. This morning Ben decided he wanted to show me why they invented insane asylums. I discovered an entire dozen eggs, in the carton, each busted, spilled over and spread all over the couch. I thought I was going to loose my mind. How? When? What was he thinking? I mean, what could he have POSSIBLY been thinking? How did he have time to do that!? As we speak the couch cushions are naked with their covers air drying flat after being soaked then washed on the delicate cycle. I can only hope that they don't shrink and they will fit back on the cushions. I can only hope raw egg didn't get on anything else that I'm unaware of and give us all salmonella...again. I swear I supervise my child. He is just so quick!