What's that you say? You have a daughter who has greenish blue hands? How can that be?
Is it some rare disease?
Is your husband the Incredible Hulk?
No. It's Easter Egg Dying Time!
This was the first year that you were able to actually participate in the egg dying process and you loved every single minute of it. You weren't too concerned about keeping your hands clean or being delicate, you just plopped those eggs in and two seconds later you wanted to take them out and put more in. It was all I could do to keep you from getting the dye everywhere! But, I wouldn't change this night for anything. You had a blast and that is what nights like this is for.
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