This morning Joey made us some toast and scrambled eggs while I was doing my hair and getting ready for the day. The eggs were topped with cheese and were quite tasty.
Joey turned to me and asked, "Want to know what I put in them?"
I said, "Yeah, how did you make them?"
He says, "I'm not tellin'. It's a secret."
I was confused. "Why did you ask if I wanted to know what you put in them if you weren't going to tell me?"
He replied, "What good is a secret if no one wants to know it?"
I gave him a look. I did not like that response.
He told me the secret.
My thought, what good is a secret if you can't tell anyone?