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| Some of my fondest memories of Easter are sitting at the dining room table with my girls, dipping eggs into small tea cups filled with purple, pink and blue-dyed water. Since both hated eggs as children, they would fuss and whine about having to eat all of the color-dipped creations, and I'm pretty sure they purposefully cracked a few just to make the next day's egg breakfast a little bit skimpier than it otherwise would have been. As they grew older, I began buying plastic eggs and filling them with candy and coins for the traditional morning hunt. It meant that we no longer sat down at the dining room table to dye the eggs like we did when they were smaller, but it made Easter morning all the more peaceful! Do you have any Easter egg-dying memories to share? We'd love to hear them in the comment section below! |
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Ohhh such pretty eggs!!!
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