Dying Easter eggs has always been a big deal in our house. There is something extraordinarily satisfying about having a mixing bowl filled with brightly colored eggs on the top shelf of my refrigerator, and the process by which we get there has become quite the "egg"stravaganza.
First, there is the cast of characters. Everyone is required to attend, with little wire egg dipper in tow. Everyone picks the color they want to start with. Then we all trade.
Except pink. Pink was reserved. Permanently. Want to make purple? Or orange? Too bad. Pink was busy. After a little kiss of encouragement from Daddy, we set out to make our very first eggs. And we chose pink.
We all decided to take a vote at the end of the evening. Which egg was best? Was it Max's self portrait egg??
Our patriotic egg? (Hayden's clever idea!)