Last year was the first time that my kids have ever dyed Easter eggs. That was at a spring party where they each did one egg. This year we did more at home when dad was home from work. I’m not sure if ever my parents dyed eggs with me, I have no memory of doing it so this was new to me. It seemed simple enough. I let the kids pick the kit, bought the box, got some eggs and came home. Easy right? Wrong….
Not only are they not that pretty, one got it’s corner smashed and someone needed to tell the girl we were dying eggs not fingers and hands.
BUT I was once told it was the process not the end result that matters. With that in mind this was a very good afternoon. We laughed until some of us cried and others tinkled a little… I’m not telling who did what!!!
It was fun but now what to do with these darn eggs? Only Crazydad will eat them. I suppose I will hide them and see what happens.