Monkey had her first Easter egg dying experience last night. I would say it went fairly well for an 18 month old.
The Lesson. Things Started off fairly smooth, and Monkey was soon had multiple eggs piled high in the red dye container.
It was not long though, before the eggs were forgotten and the dying of hands commenced.
By the end creating art on the paper covering the table was deemed more exciting then dipping eggs into colors. Note the blue hand and the yellow hand, I think if the tubs of dye had been left on the table much longer the artist would have gladly colored herself up to her elbows.
Then it was time for the photo shoot with Daddy…
It was a fun night and I am only a little bummed that I did not get to dye any eggs.
