Today we hit up two local egg hunts and finally got around to dying our eggs. B was a mad scientist dying and then redying his eggs in order to "invent new colors". He was also obsessed with wanting to eat the eggs. He never would eat eggs when he was little and I haven't had eggs in the house for several years so I have no idea where this is coming from but sure enough he ate one. He also made plans for me to make him deviled eggs and an egg sandwich tomorrow(?).
