Egg Dying

We dyed eggs on Saturday morning before the first session of conference (which we didn’t actually get to watch, but that’s another story…).  It’s a Jorgensen tradition to dye Easter eggs in your underwear, which is fine with Paul, since he would much rather be in his underwear than go through all the effort of putting on clothes.  This was Averi’s first year to dye eggs, and she definitely got into the spirit of things.  She cried every time it wasn’t her turn to drop an egg in, which is why you’ll see tears in almost every picture of her. Averi decided to taste the dye.  Vinegar—ewww! Decided to help herself because we’re too slow.     Looks like Flubber! And here’s the end result:     This photo was not planned at all!  Averi decided to yoink one of the eggs in the middle of my picture.