Caralie has been anxiously awaiting the day we would "paint" Easter eggs. Chad worked a half-day yesterday so when he got home we got to work. When I explained to Caralie that we would be dying the eggs, not painting them, she gave me a confused look.
"We're going to kill them?"
Yep.
Grammy prepared 4 dozen eggs for the kill. I guess that makes us serial killers?
Taking pleasure in the kill:

My personal handiwork:

Our victims:

Caralie, about to eat the evidence:
2 comments:
I want your patchwork egg.
I'm jealous - my eggs never looked that good. I always ended up dropping them in the color and making them all turn brown.
Wow...your eggs are lovely...it was worth the massacre!
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