The Mess is Too Much for Me

I like Easter. But I hate the mess of dying Easter eggs. It makes me want to crawl out of my skin.

So my kids had never dyed eggs before.

My aunt found that out and was mortified.

So out came the egg dying kit.

And in went twenty little fingers.

Cambri only got through two eggs. And they were both a very deep orange. She plopped the egg in and out of the cup several hundred times before it became too much for me. And I took away her spreading-dye-all-over-hell-and-breakfast privilege.

 At least we were at Grandma Great's house. That's all I have to say about that.