Egg dying is another Easter ritual in our house — and one that gives me a slight bit of agita. It’s a perfect storm of food dye, breakable eggs, cups of water that tend to floweth over and the overwhelming stink of white vinegar. Each year I buy the egg dying kit, sighing a bit when it hits the bottom of my grocery cart, and put on my crafty mom face to get the job done. But an amazing thing happened this year…
Gigi to the rescue. We arrived at her house for dinner and found an elaborate egg dying station already set up – cups portioned out with the foul smelling vinegar, spoons set along side, newspaper strewn across the table to protect from splashing and eggs already hard boiled to perfection.
Lucas was thrilled (especially at the orange color).
And Benjamin joined the gang for the sticker application process post-dying and drying.
I think this may become the new tradition… okay Gigi?
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