Egg Dying

or . . .
Death by Dying

It all seemed like a good idea . . .

We hadn't dyed eggs in the past few years just because we were . . . well, really really exhausted. He wasn't sleeping his first Easter, and then the second Easter he couldn't sit still long enough to do much of anything, but this Easter we thought we'd take a chance.

But . . .

we waited too long. He was pooped from the day and didn't even want to have anything to do with it. So lesson learned: egg dying in the afternoon. Immediately following nap, with snacks provided.



Eventually, he'll have fun.

Right?