Today's OneWord: Incubator

I was ready to put the eggs into the incubator when my father stomped in, purple in the face and noticeably sweating from the sideburns down, soaking his neck with his own sea salt.

"Forget chicks," he wheezed, wiping his steaming chin with his sleeve. "Your mother wants an omelet, stat."

I stared. "Pregnancy cravings?"

"A huge fucking omelet!" my father gasped. "Fucking STAT!"