Saturday, April 15, 2006
"Every moment fraught with peril."
Two dozen Easter eggs, dyed with only one minor disaster: I knocked over the green dye cup, spilling about two-thirds of it. None of it dripped anywhere, so it wasn't a big deal. Of course it had to be me that tipped the cup; the kids were being very good about not reaching across the table.
DS1 laughed when I said that line above, but how else would you describe nine open cups of most-likely-permanent dye sitting out on the kitchen table, in close proximity to three excited children?