Terrible. It would be a terrible childhood.
We dyed eggs on Monday. This activity was a bright spot in an otherwise ugly week.
This young man is fast and furiously approaching the terrible threes. His b-day is next month.
Yep, we are hanging in there. But it's not pretty.
Egg dying was therapeutic for us both.
They are SO happy sitting in a bowl by the window.
We made extra and took a carton over to Aunt Lu's.