We finally got up the nerve to dye eggs on Saturday before Easter. It hadn’t occurred to me before how much more difficult dying with TWO kids would be.
Until I set a mug of dye, blue dye, in front of Addy before we even started. And she proceded to dump the whole glass in her lap.
Which dripped all over my hardwood floors.
My natural maple hardwood floors.
I was afraid our house would look like we murdered a Smurf for years to come.
White vinegar worked really well to pull up the color and I think we skirted that drama. The floor drama, that is; not the drama that involved Addy who was none too thrilled that she looked like she was the Smurf murderer.
Whatever works, right?
<<sigh>> There’s always next year, right?