when creativity goes 'a-fowl'
my boys think coloring easter eggs is akin to magic erasing the ceiling of the sistine chapel and starting over with a 64-count box of crayolas, some glitter and a few dyed feathers.
so when the cheap egg dye i scrambled (heh...get it?) to pick up at target yesterday didn't go over easy (ohh! that's good! what? ok. i'll stop...geez...), out came the food coloring to enhance the beauty of what will ultimately end up being egg salad for my lunch over the next eight days.
in the end, they did a beautiful job, as always, so i decided to give the finished product a closer look while i had a moment to myself today. call it being overwhelmed by what a cup of cold water, some vinegar and a vegetable dye tablet could do, i slipped, dropping this masterpiece out of my fingers. it took a dive right onto the other eggs. how those 11 other lucky bastards came out unscathed, i'll never know.
but this one? yeah, i've tucked it back in the carton, cracked side down, so as not to alarm my junior jackson pollocks. tomorrow, i'll just tell them the easter bunny got so excited to see this one he dropped it while jumping up and down in bliss and then left them copious amounts of chocolate for me to sneak when they aren't looking.
should do the trick.
and then i'll be onto egg salad sandwich number one.