At first, Hannah kinda rolled her eyes when I asked her to help.
I think she thought I was kidding.
She said they don't really decorate eggs in Germany. (Really???)
Well, lucky for her, she wasn't in Germany and would get to experience the sheer joy of dipping an egg into a cup of colored water. I handed her an egg.
Hannah's Green Bay Packers egg -- SO proud of her!
She and Zach had a little competition to see who could make the reddest egg. (Zach won.)
We don't hide them, hunt them, and some years we don't even eat them. (This is usually because I forget them when we go to my mom's for brunch.)
All I know is that for as long as my kids are home for Easter, there will be eggs.
For that, I celebrate.