Dyeing Eggs

We dyed Easter eggs for the first time this year. We had the dye all set up on the table when Clint's brother and sister-in-law stopped by. We visited with them for a little bit but Fisher was just "dyeing" (hehe) to get to the eggs. After we said goodbye to Cody and Leslie, I told Fisher we could dye the eggs. I stopped in the living room to grab my camera, and by the time Tracy, Gracie and I got in the kitchen, Fisher had already popped an egg into the holder, dipped it in the blue dye, and laid it out on my kitchen towel to dry! Now how did he know what to do when he has never seen it done before? Too funny - and nice blue dye all over my dish towel - haha. I figured we could get away with just letting Gracie hold the eggs. I could just see Easter egg dye all over the table, floor, and the baby, so I was hesitant to let her get close the the dye cups. But her screeches persuaded me otherwise. And just like her big brother, she wants to do things herself. I tried to hold her hand with the dipper - she protested. I tried to hold onto the cup of dye - she protested. I finally gave in and let her do it herself, and she daintily dipped, dipped, dipped! Pretty cute. Then I tried to get pics of them holding their eggs, and she smashed hers on the table a couple of times - lol. And, as you can tell in the last picture, she dropped it on the floor. Not a problem - I'm just glad I didn't have any spilled dye!