This morning I was distracted from idly refreshing my friends page for the umpteenth time working very hard on a fascinating article about theatres by a dull thud coming from the sitting room. A second later, Patsington called up the stairs:

Patsington: Your big Easter Egg fell off the table and broke!

Me: Really? Does that mean that it is now in lots of easily stealable pieces and I won't notice how much of it is gone?

Patsington:................no?

I bet if I tried to put that egg back together again now it'd be half its original size.