Following the grand tradition of my childhood, I decided that this year the girls needed to dye Easter eggs. Well, I think I understand why Mom always seemed to be stressed out and worried when we were coloring our eggs. The girls hands seemed to mulitple like crazy, and I think their arms became like Inspector Gadget's, where nothing was out of their reach! They thought it was all very exciting, and I am pleased to report that nothing except eggs were permantely dyed!
A Poem in Words (for Red)
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