Oh how I remember this very same scene from when I was a little girl. My sister and I, maybe out for the weekend at my Grandma's, setting up cups of colored water, egg holders, and stickers. (As with most things my sister and I did, I think the "setting up" and preparing was often just as fun as the actual dying.) And then delighting as plain white eggs turned into bright works of art.
How fun it is as a parent to watch as Grace begins to make her own Easter memories.
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