This is not how they come from Safeway...

Ah, Easter. It's the most horrible of holidays, combining fragile food items, vats of permanent dye and hyperactive four-year-olds. What's the worst that could happen?

A quick post today, as we were surprisingly busy for a holiday day, but I promised my little girl that Daddy's picture today could be of her eggs that we dyed today:



Something simple, but it will be something for us to remember as a family. That's kind of the point, right?