To Dye For

Leighton did a fantastic job coloring easter eggs this weekend. We readied our home in anticipation of the Bunny's arrival.

With regard to egg decorating, Lei chose several kits ranging from princess, to spinner, to monster. We settled on a combination of five.

I was so excited to dye eggs you would think that such an activity was mess-free and accomplished successfully in less than twenty minutes.

Nope.

I love a messy, tiedeous challenge.

Luckily, so does my eldest daughter.

    

After several hours of discussion and back and forth with Leighton telling me that she "loves painting eggs" and me responding that we're using "dye not paint" and Leighton patiently listening and diligently working, she looks up at me wearily and asks a very simple, yet overlooked question.

"Mom, um, why are we killing 'em?"

Duh, Mom. Dye versus die? Hard to believe that this never occurred to me.

I don't mean to get all "kids say the darndest things - last page of Parents Magazine" on you. But, I realize ... we have made it to the next stage of understanding discourse and the parlance of our times ... words with more than one meaning.

Happy Easter, Happy Passover and Happy Next Stages to all!

Comments

[Lisa]

Well, the eggs look very nice. Your table and white wall in the background look clean. Kudos to you. And congratulations on making it to the next step in conversation skills; pretty soon you won't be able to spell things around her.