Every Friday I prepare hard boiled eggs for the day seudah as I usually do, sometimes ordinary hard-boiled eggs, sometimes eggs that I place in a bag and let cook overnight and they turn out brown. This time when I began preparing the eggs, my little daughter approached and asked if I could make brown eggs this time, and I gladly agreed.
However, my five-year-old son protested and asked that I make regular eggs... I did not understand why he protested when he likes them both ways. To avoid an argument, I suggested to my son that I would one egg regular, white, and leave it in the refrigerator and the rest I would put into a bag to turn brown. He was pleased with the compromise, and everything was fine. On Shabbos morning my neighbor knocked on the door of my house and said that he forgot to prepare eggs for Shabbos and asked if we had an extra one for him. I responded gladly, but when he saw that the eggs were in a bag turning brown, he changed his mind because he had a stringency upon himself regarding this. I apologized when suddenly my five-year-old son asked me, “Why did you tell him that you only have eggs in a bag? You have one white egg in the refrigerator! Give him mine!!!”
The boy himself went to the refrigerator and gave the egg to the neighbor who was quite pleased.
ר.י.
