RecipeMuncher

This morning I made egg sandwiches for Bill and Julia.  I'd put Julia's hair in a ponytail so she wouldn't get egg in it, and after that, I went by her and past the end of the dining room table toward the windows so I could open them and let some cool air in before the humidity took over. I rounded the end of the table, and scattered on the floor I saw hair.  And a pair of red-handled children's scissors.  Mouth agape, I turned to look at Julia, the question " (...)