Easter egg hunt. Em didn't quite grasp the concept. We had to keep telling her to pick up the eggs.
This is Em's best friend out here, Clayre. Clayre kept taking Em's eggs from her basket and Em didn't even care.
Dying eggs... can you see the enthusiasm on both Ben's and Em's faces? They're both participating to humor Mama.
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Wendy also loves dying eggs but it seems like we Shahas are of weak egg dying capabiliites. Wendy was so pumped to dye eggs. She hard boiled a bunch but we had so many other things going on that we never even got around to dying them. Then a few days later we were making cookies and Wendy went to crack an egg and it was one of the undyed hard boiled guys. Ha! I should make sure the aren't still in the fridge.
At least it wasn't the other way around... as in she thought it was hard boiled to find out it wasn't. Once my brother opened the fridge and asked me if the eggs were hard boiled or not. I told him to crack it on his head to find out (not thinking he'd really do it). But he did, and yolk all over his head was the result.
Ha! I'll have to try that on our kids someday.... or maybe my brothers.
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