This photo was taken right after I nearly had a heart attack because he pitched one girls-softball style right into the brown water that sucked up three of our tablets. Brian came home, saw my face, jokingly said that I should've been a pre- or grade-school teacher, and then convinced me to calm down and just let them make a mess. It was really difficult, but we saved 9 of 11 eggs and had a hunt to boot. The best part of the whole thing was when they (John --2.5 & Rachel -- 4) hid all the eggs in about a 4x4 ft. area (part of the garden) and then came running around the corner saying "GO FIND THEM!"
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2 comments:
Dying...or dyeing? Hee.
With two preschoolers, eggs, and cups of colored water, I would say that "dying" is actually more appropriate.
I would have had a heart attack, too! We're doing ours tomorrow, and I'm already taping down sheets of plastic.
Happy Easter to all three of you!
I really meant "dying." Although I'm not sure if it was me, my kitchen, or the eggs that were dying.
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