Eggs R Us

One of my best memories as a child is dying Easter eggs with my Granny and Aunt Ruthie. I  definitely do not measure up to those ladies, but I do know a challenge when I see one.
When my niece sent pictures of her almost grown son and his friends dying eggs (because his granny, my sister, had dyed eggs with her grandsons 2 or 3 times every Easter), well it was time. So here are the results.

 

 

 Behold, children are a gift of the Lord.  Psalm 127:3