Of course, given a sacred family tradition like dyeing eggs, mix it with a pre-teen boy, and what do you end up with? An orange egg with the word “poop” written on it. Actually? There were TWO eggs with the word “poop” written on them, but the blue one didn’t show up as well as the orange one.
We didn’t dye as many eggs as we normally would have. I broke two while we were boiling them and one while we were dyeing them. I’m kinda klutzy like that. I was really glad we did get a chance to dye eggs though. Easter is not complete unless you have eggs with “poop” on them. I’m pretty sure that’s written in the New Testament somewhere.