Egg Timer

B fidgeted and examined various implements as he waited for his turn in the barber chair. Simone stared at him, silently willing him to sit still but it didn't work. Then she spied a lump in her son's shorts. "B!" She cried, remembering the bright yellow oval object he'd been playing with a few moments ago

. "Take that egg timer out of your shorts!" He complied with the physical request but complained. "It's not an egg timer! See? It's a lemon!"