On Saturday we decided to dye Easter Eggs. I rarley boil eggs and had forgotten the distinct boiled egg smell. I was reminded once again that I do not appreciate that smell. I do, however, enjoy dying eggs so it was a sacrifice my nose had to make.
Kyrie enjoyed dying the Easter eggs as well as trying to drink the egg dye. She kept grabbing at the cups and saying juice. Her nose must not have detected the vinegar smell because no matter how many times I told her it was yucky she kept saying, "Yummmm juice!" over and over again until she finally succeeded in dumping the blue dye all over herself and the counter. I just have to say how thankful I am for 409! It works wonders.
Kyrie also discovered that when the eggs are dropped off the counter they made a wonderful cracking noise and she was then able to eat them.
Here is Kyrie enjoying the fruits of her labor. She has decided that she rather likes dying Easter Eggs and the colorful results she gets.
Kyrie also discovered that when the eggs are dropped off the counter they made a wonderful cracking noise and she was then able to eat them.
Here is Kyrie enjoying the fruits of her labor. She has decided that she rather likes dying Easter Eggs and the colorful results she gets.