Egg dying this year was kind of thrown together last minute. After a week plagued with sickness (Brooks: pinkeye and ear infection, Ann Bennett: pinkeye, Me: viral infection, John: allergies), cancelled birthday/anniversary plans, and my parents and grandma coming into town last minute, I thought remembering to buy eggs deserved a pat on the back. Never mind that they were brown eggs…
Whoops.
Brooks and Ann Bennett couldn't tell a difference. They had fun turning brown eggs into brown eggs and that's all that matters! Easter egg dying for the win.
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