Yesterday, I spent a few hours coloring eggs with my granddaughters. In spite of the mess that resulted, I couldn’t imagine a more relaxing time than watching two adorable little girls, 3 and 5 years, performing their tasks so seriously.
The way they prepare themselves for the job was even cuter. They went to change and wear old shirts that could be spotted without damage, and then they each chose one of my aprons to protect their own clothes. There were no complaints when I insisted on tying their hair in ponytails.
Each one received a box with a dozen of previously boiled eggs and a coloring kit. You should have seen them pulling their sleeves, ready to start.
I opened the kits for them and they put the tablets of various color in the plastic little bowls of matching color. I added boiling water in each bowl and they started stirring and shaking their bowls to dissolve the tablets and obtained the blue, green, orange, yellow and hot pink solution.
That was when the real fun began. To carefully, very carefully transfer one egg at a time into the bowl. They tried it with their hands, and then with a tablespoon. For the next half hour, they kept on working and dying their eggs and fingers with a rainbow of colors.
In the end, we had two dozens of colored eggs, a happy mess around the place and two satisfied little girls, not to mention a grandmother with an ear-to-ear smile and a very proud mommy.