I was looking forward to coloring eggs this year almost as much as the kids. Evie had never done it and I couldn't wait to watch her experience it for the first time. Then when it came time, she couldn't care less. You'd have thought I was the three year old for how let down I was. Luckily Ally's friend Taylor was willing to stand in for her and color her eggs. My sister and her kids were supposed to come as well but didn't end up being able to. In preparation for the large group I had prepared six dozen hard boiled eggs. Luckily Taylor took home a dozen. Have you ever tried to eat five dozen hard boiled eggs before they went bad? And the smell in the fridge.
Shut. The. Door. Wow!
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