My parents don’t like it when…
I was a kid on the farm I made mud pies with fresh farm eggs and showed them to my mom. I was quite pleased with my creation, my mother on the other hand was not.
I got smacked.
Next time I learned not to put the shells in.
I got smacked again.
Next time I learned to hide the shells in my sandbox.
I got smacked yet again.
Next time I learned to hide the egg shells deep in the woods where my mother doesn’t walk.
It takes awhile, but eventually I learn.